Monthly Archives: April 2010
The last few days prior to our Botswana trip we spent in the Loire Valley; it was a nice time to visit the chateaux, as there was little tourism (unlike July!). One afternoon while at Cheverny, a hunting estate still used by the family, I took this photo of the suit of armor.
As today is “Texture Tuesday” I thought it would be fun to turn the photo into a fairy tale image. Do you think it works ?
Below is the SOOC. Textures used via Flypaper Textures, the Old Book and border textures via Shadow House Creations.
And coming into third place: Brillant Window (no, there is no typo, that’s what I can read from the sign!) – in fact, I think I can read “Brillant Belge” (Belgian Brilliant).
Gee Whiz, I make this text sound as if I am at the opthamologist (scene: in a darkened white room at 3 pm somewhere off of Park Ave., pupils dilated, the always pleasant doctor asking me to “please read the third line from the bottom”, and then as I have Frankenstein spectacles weighing very heavily on the bridge of my nose, in order to see (ha ha) if I need a new perscription: “Better / Worse” as they flip between two lenses. Ugh. Glad those days are over (smile at Mr. Lasik).
I’m a big fan of stop motion; would love to give it a go someday.
In continuation from yesterdays post featuring painted wall advertising, here is “Chocolat Menier”: one of France’s traditional dark baking chocolates. It is still available in shops today, and a basic item in my cupboard. (Yum!).
I have a weak spot for visual explanations, I suppose it’s the whole left side of the brain vs. right.
Check out some of the other “Visualizations“. Neat stuff.
One of the things I love when we drive the “routes departementales” (small roads) in France, is that they take you thru villages, some more alive than others.
In the good old days: sometime after milestones but before bill boards, marquees and neon, advertising on walls was painted by hand. Vestiges of this almost-lost art immediately catch my eye as they are simple, graphic and beautiful in that they capture a very specific time is history.
Springtime in France heralds a new season of “Brocantes” all over the country. I happen to love “brocantes”: flea markets, antique shops, junk shops, second hand, consignment, and garage sales. The phrase “One man’s junk is another man’s treasure” rings true in my ears as I stroll along from table to table, each one laden with an assortment of bric-a-brac, fine china and silverware to downright trash.
These gentlemen were more than relaxed this past Sunday, seemingly not giving a care in the world if an item on their makeshift display counters caught the eye of a passerby. Heck, they have all summer in front of them! If by chance you come to France this summer, here is a great link to all that is “Brocante”. Bon Chance!
Holy Cow! Not trying to be too cute, but we just arrived back in Burgundy on Thursday to a cold house with no phone/internet (and I thought I had left that all behind in the wilds of Africa!).
Well, the house warmed up quickly, France Telecom took 5 days to get the line repaired, the garden has a couple of tulips, and the farmer brought the cows back to the green fields next door. The other evening when I snapped this shot they had their pink noses right up to our garden wall, much to the curious angst of Oskar and Maya!
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