Elisabeth Sanders Bluestone
Walking around downtown
Pasadena on a shining Sunday morning
with my beamish boy,
the day of the annual carnival of crazy
costumed characters and bizarre marching
bands and such, th Doo Dah Parade,
we met her sitting on the lawn in the
great park of Pasadena, where marching
bands were practicing, sitting down on the grass,
their tubas and cornets and parade drums
resting on the greenery. She was talking
with much verve to friends, and when
I asked to take her photo, she told
me she was in a club of laughers-
that they get together weekly
just to laugh. "Laughing is good for
you, you know," she said. "It's good for
the soul." And with that she shared
a big laugh with us,
a wonderful, infectious,
genuine laugh of joy,
and as she laughed,
I took this photo.
Elisabeth Sanders Bluestone
Walking around downtown
Pasadena on a shining Sunday morning
with my beamish boy,
the day of the annual carnival of crazy
costumed characters and bizarre marching
bands and such, th Doo Dah Parade,
we met her sitting on the lawn in the
great park of Pasadena, where marching
bands were practicing, sitting down on the grass,
their tubas and cornets and parade drums
resting on the greenery. She was talking
with much verve to friends, and when
I asked to take her photo, she told
me she was in a club of laughers-
that they get together weekly
just to laugh. "Laughing is good for
you, you know," she said. "It's good for
the soul." And with that she shared
a big laugh with us,
a wonderful, infectious,
genuine laugh of joy,
and as she laughed,
I took this photo.