Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Men at Work

Last summer a big chunk of the Chateau's balustrade fell onto the road below taking with it a couple of stones from the wall holding the whole terrace up. Today they're fixing it. I took this with my telephoto from the road in front of my house.
This is the view from my back steps. I try not to think what would happen to my house if the whole wall tumbled down! Let's just say it wouldn't end well for me, my house or the little road that winds up into the village behind me.

Monday, February 12, 2018

Week 7: Fill the Frame

I've missed a couple of weeks doing the 52 Weeks photo challenge, but jumped in early this week to complete the assignment. Fill the Frame with an up close and personal photograph. I take a fair amount of this type of photo, so it wasn't hard to complete. I did, however, sacrifice my fingers to gather enough fallen chestnuts to get this shot. It was worth it, though, as I quite like the texture of these spiny little devils!

Here are two examples that didn't make the cut for the challenge...
Dry stone walls are literally everywhere in this area; many are centuries old. This is a new one, though, that my friend, Eddy built as a garden enclosure around his pool. I love the shapes, colors and textures of the stones. He did quite a good job, by the way. Dry stone wall construction is a real art.
And it's always interesting to observe what grows in the cracks of those dry stone walls. Here is something that does. Different color, shape and texture in this hardy plant.

Saturday, February 3, 2018


I lost my best friend yesterday. This little girl was a good and faithful companion. I feel so privileged that she chose my back door to sleep in front of back when someone abandoned her in the Iowa countryside. I was reluctant to keep her (I already had a dog and I'm not a 'little dog' person...or so I thought), but the vet said she was healthy, estimated her age at a year or year and a half, and said she was a very nice dog. So she stayed. I've been blessed with her perky presence ever since!

She lived a good life. After all, how many doggies get to fly across the ocean and live in France? She loved everyone she met, but especially she loved children. She was calm and easy except when it was dinnertime or she saw the leash in my hand. Then it was a frantic jump-and-twirl show of energy. The time had come, though, to make that tough decision about end-of-life. It's a responsibility you take on when you welcome a pet into your life, but it was still hard. She died peacefully and respectfully yesterday afternoon as I stroked her silky black head.

I'm pretty sure she's jumping and twirling in heaven this morning!