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35 -- Smile, You're On Candid Camera!
NOTE: This blog is a continuing dialog between the two faces of rilla. The identity crisis is explained (if such a thing is possible) in the first edition. Click here to read: 1 -- Introduction
Rilla: Humph! No people in my pictures! That’s what rilla says. Does she even look at my pictures? LOOK at all these people I photographed while we were in India. There are so many everyday images I captured, so many expressions... like the shy smile of the dishwasher halfway up the mountain to the fort...
rilla: Rilla doesn't know I'm here... look at her getting all huffy at me when she thinks I'm not around. Shy smile indeed... such cheek to sneak in here and write this blog without me.
Rilla: ...and the skill of the women balancing humongous pots of water on their heads. What a feat. Can you imagine if that skanky rilla had to carry all the water she used everyday on top of her head... hah!
rilla: Me? What about her? Doesn't even want two different handles for hot and cold on the faucet... no... it's got to be a mixer... that's how lazy she is.
Rilla: And look at this old lady! Will I be able to carry such a burden when I'm her age and cross the street. Heck no, I can't even cross the street in India now!
rilla: Chicken!
Rilla: The perplexed look on this elegantly dressed gentleman... hey, she's taking a picture of me, should I smile or look wise? Seems like he did both, to end up with that perfect Mona Lisa smile!
Rilla: Oooh... this poor lad just got caught without his helmet! Oops. The cop's taken away his license! How's he going to wangle his way out of that one? Should have known better dude! Cost you a couple of hundred at least!
Rilla: Ooh la la! Now that's style. Look at 'em high heels go.
Rilla: I love the street vendors. This kid's selling pens and soooo proud of it!
Rilla: You want color... I'll give you color!
Rilla: And get a load of this guy. He's selling... mm... he's got... mm... tiki dolls?
Rilla: Cute little ducky,
...wait a minute, she's selling the same thing... only she's a little more pushy, and has cool teeth decorations.
Rilla: Hmm... now I'm hungry. Bring on the food. Yummy, crunchy cucumber, sour-sweet barrow fruits and those little dark red ones, never did know what they were called...
Rilla: This is the kind of spread I'm looking for. Corn cobs roasted over smoldering charcoal, rubbed with lime juice, salt and chilli powder. Yummy. Dad and my favorite roadside snack. Memories.
And speaking of Dad, here's his fruit vendor,still going strong after all these years.
Rilla: Flowers for your hair anyone? Fragrant jasmine, elegant tuberose?
rilla: Sheesh, now she's trying to be poetic all of a sudden. Poor child... sigh...
Rilla: Oh and how can I forget the bull charmer! Special for the festival dussera.
Rilla: That sneaky camel. He shows up everywhere.
Rilla: The cook's granddaughter. Isn't she a cutie?
Rilla: Time for the bath and who's helping mom, it's uncle!
Rilla: This portrait is one of my masterpieces. It is from my blue period...
rilla: Blue period... what airs. Oops... oh no... here it comes... wait for it...
Rilla: WHA…? Where did this come from? Who… rilla? rILLAHHHH! How dare you touch my camera… how dare you take pictures with my precious…
rilla: You said you were putting up pictures of people, I thought I'd help...
Rilla: That's not a person... that's a, a...
rilla: The angel from the top of our Christmas tree. Isn't she gorgeous? I love...
Rilla: You haven't answered my question! How dare you touch my camera?
rilla: Your camera? When did it become your camera?
Rilla: Since it came in the mail on my birthday.
rilla: It's my birthday too you know.
Rilla: But the card was addressed only to me. It said Happy Birthday Rilla. No mention of you...
rilla: So I guess you're not interested in what the tree looks like, hey? The ornaments?
Rilla: Ornament? That's a...
rilla: Flying pig! Isn't she adorable?
rilla: And these are the ones you picked up in India.
Rilla: Good grief. Have time for such fripperies as Christmas decorations, have you?
rilla: Time must be made for such fripperies or one would go insane.
Rilla: Doesn't seem to have helped you any... Hey, look at him. He's cute. That's exactly how I feel right now with all the Christmas cookies I've eaten.
rilla: That's how you look too!
Rilla: Oh, the fireplace. Neat!
Rilla: Wait a minute. THERE'S NO STOCKING UP FOR ME!
rilla: Calm down. You can have mine. It's the red one on the right. Big deal. It's empty anyway.
Rilla: Empty?
rilla: Well, let me know the minute you discover who gives Santa his gifts and I'll hire her.
Rilla: Oh. Hey, I'll stuff your stocking, if you stuff mine!
rilla: It's a deal! I love surprises!
Rilla: So. You done decorating?
rilla: No. See, I was putting bows up the staircase. But the rest of them have gone missing. I can't find them anywhere.
Rilla: Ha ha ha.
I know who took your Christmas bows.
Smile,
bow burglars--
YOU'RE ON CANDID CAMERA!
You are the fabulously quirky and independent woman of character. You go your own way, follow your own drummer, take your own lead. You stand head and shoulders next to your partner, but you are perfectly willing and able to stand alone. Others might be more classically beautiful or conventionally woman-like, but you possess a more fundamental common sense and off-kilter charm, making interesting men fall at your feet. You can pick them up or leave them there as you see fit. You share the screen with the likes of Spencer Tracy and Cary Grant, thinking men who like strong women. 
8 comments:
Hey Rilla, I really enjoyed looking at all your pics. You've captured some great moments. That food looks yummy. And the shy smile of the dishwasher, great picture. Cool camel picture, too. Everything is so foreign and different from here. Can't imagine having to carry those jugs of water on my head everyday. Are we spoiled or what? And rilla or is it Rilla that wants one handle for both the hot and cold water? Not two separate knobs? Cute! I love the ornaments you brought back from India. Thank you. They're going to look great on my tree when I finally get it up! Those bow burglars made me laugh. Looks like you're having fun getting ready for the holidays. Have a great Christmas. I'm looking forward to seeing more of your pics.
Hey Lynnerd,
I'm so happy to hear you don't have your tree up yet. Oops! That's not how it sounds. What I mean is... I haven't finished decorating, what with the bow burglars and other tumultous events, and I was afraid I was the only late one around. Thanks for keeping me company!
Oh rilla, now you've done it. You've gone and made me hungry again. The thought of roasted corn rubbed with lemon and salt. I'm drooling on the keyboard. Now I can't think of anything else. Merry Christmas
You got that right, J. Isn't it funny how it always boils right back down to food?! You better ask the bum glue for a release to let you go roast some corn and rid you of that writing inhibiting liquid you are drooling onto the keyboard!
Welcome back Rilla!
I love looking at your pictures. I look at them and wonder about the people in them...what their lives must be like- how they view the world etc...and evrything we take for granted here.
You look like your ready for the holidays. I can't believe how quickly they got here- again! This year is going to be pretty low key for us.
Can't wait to see what pictures you post next!
Great pics, Rilla ! And it's nice to get a glimpse at your house. Merry Christmas to you and the whole family, with an extra special hug to your mom, and a couple more for you.
Love those ornaments, so gorgeous!!!
Your bow theives made me laugh. Don't they mess with the little stuffed dolls? That could never work at our house ... the puppy would have claim them all.
(What am I doing surfing on Christmas a.m., you may ask? Waiting for the sleepyheads to wake up, of course. I've already been downstairs for a peek, and it look as though Santa did in fact stop by! Yeeha!)
Merry Christmas, rilla! And Rilla!
Where are you Rilla? Hope all is well! Just thinking about you.
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