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Photo Friday – High Altitude

28 Oct

Dear Friends,

I apologise for my silence this week; I was away for a few days in

High Altitude

Pyrenees

Pyrenees

Pyrenees

Pyrenees

Pyrenees

Pyrenees

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Photo Friday – Autumn is my True Love

14 Oct

Autumn Is My True Love

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Ducks swimming on lake

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Sorry, Summer, You were Just a Fling

13 Oct

“The sky is grey,” people say, disappointed, looking out of the window.

I follow their gaze, but it is a smile, not a frown that comes over my face.

The sky is grey, the air is cool and the sun has migrated to warmer lands. Outside, my nostrils are filled with wood and wet earth. Trees are secreting a subtle perfume, very similar to their spring scent. Nature, however, is not dressing up for her annual appearance; she is taking off this year’s costumes to renew her wardrobe for next year’s show.

Summer is no longer playing games with Autumn. She teased him for a while, fooling him into thinking that she’ll stay a little longer. But she only put up with two weeks of his moodiness, his thoughtful silences and eccentric obsession with orange. Summer skipped away, perhaps a little offended, to go and find Spring, who always lets her stay.

Summer seduced me with her carefree laughter and bright eyes. But her childishness and incessant energy soon fatigued and frustrated me. When Autumn appeared, with his mysteries and independence, he asked for and obliged to nothing…and thus, made me want to give and take everything.

Every evening, I get drunk on his beauty. Like a child at a fun fair, my eyes devour everything and my heart bursts with joy at the magic of it all. I want to absorb the bright pallet of colours and paint my white walls in the warm hues of red, yellow and brown. I want to put the smell of burning twigs and ripe vegetables into a box, so that I can smell it on dull winter afternoons. I want to collect the fallen leaves and scatter them across my floor, to be able to live permanently in this enchanting season. I want to put time on pause, just for a day, to sit with nature in silence.

“Temperatures have fallen,” people say, shivering with disapproval.

Yet my cheeks are glowing and my limbs are filled with life as, suddenly, for the first time in nine months, my body meets a dear old friend – the cold.

Sorry, Summer, but you were just a fling.

Autumn is my true love.

Photo Friday – September in the South

30 Sep

September in the South

September in the South of France is temperamental: it changes its mood from one day to the next and we can never predict what it will bring us tomorrow. Even the morning is not a clear indicator of the day to come: a thick fog may hide everything from view during breakfast, while at lunch I would have to close all the shutters to keep out the heat.

This week, temperatures have been between 26 and 32 degrees Celsius. I would worry about getting sunburnt after ten minutes out on the balcony watering the plants. Friends are racing to the beach to catch the last rays of summer sun and sun cream is still a member of my handbag clan.

Last week, however, when taking photos in the evening, I had to walk on the spot to keep warm. My jumper and jacket weren’t enough to stop the cold seeping through to my skin, and my fingers lost their colour from holding the camera in a fixed position. I would have willingly accepted some gloves and a hat. I thought autumn had come for good and so I wanted to capture its arrival.


Autumn has Arrived

22 Sep

There’s no doubt about it: autumn has arrived. Tress are taking off their lively summer garments and dressing in warmer tones. The sun no longer stays out to play between the leaves until bedtime, but retreats not long after dinner. In the mornings, the grass is shining with dew and the last wisps of night mist float between the blades. As I open the windows upon waking, cold air pricks at my sleepy skin and I can barely spend a moment appreciating the flowers before shaking from the moist air.

A few weeks ago my whole body ached with the stuffiness of the house in the afternoon. Shutters would be closed to keep out the heat and walks were reserved for evenings. Today, I can barely change my clothes quickly enough to avoid the damp from penetrating my bare skin. It is now even too cold to sit day-dreaming on the balcony, as I often did in previous months.

Autumn was once my favourite season and I thought that my northern soul could never love the heat waves of the South. But now that the seasons have changed at the blink of an eye, now that short days and sharp winds are ahead, I regret not having had the chance to say goodbye to summer…