My hubby asked me to take pictures of his father and his mother so that we could send it to our cousins. His father had so much charisma, I never had the pleasure of meeting him, he passed away suddenly, all too soon when my hubby was in his early teens, but through pictures and family stories, I have a wonderful image of him in my mind and I know without a doubt that we would have gotten along famously. He was a brilliant trumpet player who started playing professionally at a very young age. Moreover at the tender age of 17 he played for the Glen Miller Air Force Band as the lead trumpet player. He was in Europe playing for the troops during World War II and then after the war back in the States, he played with the band Sauder & Finnegan. We are so very lucky that we can listen to his music on records and even watch him perform on Youtube. I know that it isn’t the same as having him with us, but I will take whatever I can get.
My cousin Francoise just sent me these pictures of our visit to Giverny and the gardens of Claude Monet and his house. I wanted to share them with you because they are such a special memory and Francoise is a talented photographer.
The colors are so vivid and beautiful, you could create a painting from these pictures if you were so inclined. When I opened her e-mail, a smile appeared instantaneously on my face and I knew that I had an instant post at my fingertips, Thanks Francoise!
This being the last batch of pictures of a most wonderful city, Avignon, I will say that I think that I saved a few of the best for last. One of my big fascinations is the ever present marche in French towns and cities and the one in Avignon did not disappoint, it wasn’t out in the open as in many other places but its exterior with the living plants making up the entire facade more than intrigued me, I was so impressed by it. I find it very encouraging when communities, even when steeped in centuries of the old ways, still look ahead to th future and incorporate green technologies into the day to day.
I was also taken with the inner city canal and the unique architecture surrounding the area, it felt very different from the rest of the city but still beautiful in its own way. The outer walls were also majestic in their strength and agelessness. You can sense that they have withstood the test of time and of men. It is hard to explain how differently a new country feels after you have spent time in the old country. I am not deliberately trying to be clumsy with my words when I’m trying to share the thoughts and feelings behind my pictures, it’s just that the feelings are hard to translate into words.
The color scheme was something that drew my eye, the deep blue of the sky, the deep green of the water and the various shades of gray in the stone made for an artist’s palette and needed to be captured on what would have been film a decade or more ago and now it’s called pixels. I wonder if people lament the vanishing use of film like people lament vinyl in the c.d age of music.
Beyond my garden, I should take my cell phone in search of good picture opportunities around here. It would be a good contrast to my pictures during my vacation. I will have to keep that in mind for future posts.