In my dreams I am a Lady Flâneur with camera. My name Sophronia The Famous Female Flapper Flâneur of the Harlem Renaissance. Little known lost Twin Flame and alter ego of my Grandmother EVA SOPHRONIA GORDON PALMER.
Take my picture in Flapper Finery and transport me back to the Roaring Twenties.
I would be in the Salon of the day hobnobbing with Zora Neale Hurston, Langston Hughes, Jacob Lawrence, Romare Bearden, Augusta Savage, Elizabeth Catlett, and Dorothy West. My photograph would be taken by the famous Black photographer James Van Der Zee.
Every week would be infamously dyed a different shade of Red. Cherry Crush, Vampire Red, Rose Red, Flaming Electric Lava Red, Passion Red all to match my Fiery personality. A Great Beauty like my Aunt Thelma Palmer Varner.
I’d Charleston and Lindy Hop across 125th Street. Why Yes I’d be a Name. I’d be a Personality. Pizzazz in a Petite Package. Bohemian. Footloose and Fancy Free. Carefree with no worries.
I’d be a Jazz Baby with the likes of Duke Ellington. Singers such as Bessie Smith and Billie Holiday, Jelly Roll Morton, Fats Waller and Louis Armstrong.
Holding court in Mt. Morris Park armed with my Eastman Kodak Brownie there to see and be seen capturing every day Harlemites and Glorious Black Culture. Moving easily and seamless between the 20th and 21st Centuries as the First Time Traveling Female Flâneur. Racing forward in time for a day at Rockaway Playland with a same day trip to Coney Island. No boundaries. Nothing to hold me back. I’d Fly Free as as a Winged Spirit beyond dimensions laughing through eternity. A wiggle of the nose. A tug on the ear. Three 3 clicks of my red patent leather shoes and in milliseconds there I’d be on yet another Fabulous Adventure!! ❤ ❤
Imagination and Day Dreams can take you places where reality does not permit you to go. Fantasy…………..Happiness…………..
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A Great Book. Definitely a Five 5 Star Read.
WANDERLUST: A HISTORY OF WALKING
June 1, 2001
Drawing together many histories-of anatomical evolution and city design, of treadmills and labyrinths, of walking clubs and sexual mores-Rebecca Solnit creates a fascinating portrait of the range of possibilities presented by walking.
Arguing that the history of walking includes walking for pleasure as well as for political, aesthetic, and social meaning, Solnit focuses on the walkers whose everyday and extreme acts have shaped our culture, from philosophers to poets to mountaineers.
She profiles some of the most significant walkers in history and fiction-from Wordsworth to Gary Snyder, from Jane Austen’s Elizabeth Bennet to Andre Breton’s Nadja-finding a profound relationship between walking and thinking and walking and culture. Solnit argues for the necessity of preserving the time and space in which to walk in our ever more car-dependent and accelerated world.