Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Monday, September 27, 2010

next abode...

let's get lost and live our days and nights happily dans le maison de maitre.


Room for eight lovelies, maybe more...



wander around for days upon end,

holding hands and taking it in.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

you expected to be sad in the fall...

Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be Spring....

Hemmingway's words have been following me around since I was in Paris. Fitting for the current days.