I don't have the time or inclination for blogging right now. I've been busy sewing and have a bit more to do before I'll be ready for Christmas. But my mind does sometimes wander when I'm sewing. That's no doubt why I have the odd creation disaster.
Anyway, yesterday I was thinking about the number of people I saw taking selfies and posing for photos when we stopped for a rest when my brother, s-in-law and I were visiting the Tapkapu Palace in Istanbul.
I wish this shot wasn't blurry as I was touched by the scene. The handsome guard had been standing at attention, his face expressionless until this little girl stopped on the other side of the security rope and shyly asked could her photo be taken. Sometimes you don't need to understand the language to know what's going on. The guard indicated to her to come beside him, his face softened, he gave a half smile and his hand went across the end of his gun. The little girl wouldn't go any closer or actually look at him but posed for her parents. The minute the photo was taken he returned to his 'on duty' stance and didn't look even slightly amused when I went for broke and took another photo of him. I thought it touching how different his attitude was to a child.
Here's another poser!
And always there is someone for whom it is all too much.