Susan was gracious enough to find some questions for me when I was late in responding to be interviewed. You get what you beg for. She really found some good Q’s for me, and here they are.

I’ve had to think about this one! So many wonderful places to go; so many wonderful things to capture through the eye of my camera. I’ve had to wonder if I might like to go back to some of the wonderful places we visited while living in Europe. Looking back on all the photos I took back then, I don’t think I did a very good job of capturing the very essence of places like the little medieval village, Crémieu, that we lived in near Lyon, France. Or the vacation to the serene beauty of the Seychelle Islands. But you can only take just so many photos of villages, beaches, and water, and I think I like taking images of animals best of all.

So, in the end I would have to choose somewhere and something I have never done before and always wanted to do: a true African safari. We had a small taste when we stayed on a private game reserve near Kruger National Park in South Africa, and went out on early morning and evening game drives with the gamekeeper. We did manage to track a mother elephant and her baby—on foot—which was very scary. But alas, no zoom lens on the camera = not very close photos. And, we never got to see lions.

My ideal capture would be a pride of lions—not hunting—but as a family hanging out together. But my best capture would be the photo of the elephant stampede—just before they changed direciton and ran over the top of me. (I have a tendancy to not pay attention to my surroundings when I’m trying to get a good photo.)

Hoo-boy, where did you get these questions from? Well, let me see what I can do with this one ...
I was sitting outside by the pool, almost nodding off, when I noticed a chill in the air. Pesky cloud-go away! But wait—it wasn’t a cloud. Something was blocking the sun. There was a brilliant flash of light and before I knew it, I wasn’t sitting by the pool anymore. I was looking down at the planet Earth receding in the distance. Oddly enough, I wasn’t upset or worried. It was almost like I had been tranquilized, but yet all my senses were still sharp.

As far as I could discern I was the only person (or being) in the room. It was small and cubicle-like with one porthole window. The sides of the room were smooth and reflective. No door was visible. The only thing in the room that could be construed as “furniture” was a bench-like protusion that was part of the wall. I sat down. When I did, a whirring noise started up and lights flashed up and down the wall. I felt a tingling sensation in my limbs, but it was not uncomfortable. The whirring noise and lights ended abrubtly. I got up and looked out the sole window. Awesome. The sight before my eyes was not our known solar system. No less than tree bright objects similar to our sun hung in the blackness, while planets and moons too numerous to count seemed to be spinning just out of each other’s way.

Whatever type of vehicle I was being conveyed in seemed to be descending towards a planet with numerous moons. Before I knew what was happening, the craft touched down on a solid surface. My cubicle suddenly opened.

To read more you’re going to have to ask what happened next ... are you reading this?


Well, I don’t really qualify for either one, but it would probably be a super model over a famous athlete. I don’t do sports very well and always tried to get out of P.E. when I was in school. I was always falling down and skinning my knee (always the right knee), getting hit in the cheekbone by a backward swing of a baseball bat, and other things you don’t really want to know about. Plus, I’m too lazy for the rigors of constant training and pushing my body to the limit. The only thing I was really ever any good at is badminton. So, maybe tennis would work. Years ago when Chris Everett was popular people used to tell me that I looked like her. I never took it as a compliment. I might be able to capitalize on that. But, no.

I can see me being pampered by a make-up artist and wearing couture clothing, swanning down a cat-walk with that slitty-eyed angry/pouty look that seems to be so popular. This is only possible, of course, with a wave of a fairy godmother’s wand that would take off a few years and add some much needed leg. Otherwise I would end up looking more like Ugly Betty. Which really isn’t all that bad except for the eyebrows and bad choice of clothing ...

Okay, when I first read the question I thought you meant L.A., as in California. But, I think you meant LA as in Louisiana? I’m sure L.A. has its fair share of voodoo priestesses, but they are probably more prevalent in LA. If you meant L.A. CA, the answer is easy. I ain’t a-goin’, and I don’t care if she casts a spell on me. However, if it’s back to New Orleans, I’d go. She probably just wants to take me back to her bayou and make me an initiate. But if instead she’s planning on offering me up as a sacrifice or using me as a human pin-cushion, and then I’d have to say no and accept the consequences. [OUCH! I proclaim, as I try to figure out the stabbing pain in my thumb while my hair is on fire.]

I would love to finally see the bird I keep hearing at the crack of dawn each morning. It’s driving me crazy. It has such a beautiful, crystal clear song! Yesterday I finally dragged myself out of bed and over to the window to see if I could see it, but it was too dark. We have so many trees it’s like finding a needle in a haystack unless you can pinpoint exactly where the song is coming from. So, I’d be thrilled to see this bird sitting in the most prominent tree by the bird feeding station, singing, so that I can identify it finally. There are so many different birds here in NJ that I hear and don’t know what they are. One by one I’m tracking them down.

Seeing my forsythia hedge in full, glorious bloom wouldn’t be a bad thing to see either. It’s slow to come out this year—too cold! And with a year-end nor’easter bearing down on us tomorrow I think the forsythia is smarter than all of us!