Tiger lily ! Cf Peter Pan.
detail...
Monday, December 28
Wednesday, October 14
Les Tunnels
The greenhouse "tunnels", to be watered daily under the eyes of Christian, l'orse.
(Click image to see more detail.)
(Click image to see more detail.)
Sunday, September 27
Tuesday, September 15
Les bluets
Cornflowers.
One of my favorite flowers. Like coreopsis tinctoria, scabiosa, and red geraniums, they seem simple and "common" at first, but if you look closely and consider, you see that they're in fact some of the most elegant and interesting plants.
One of my favorite flowers. Like coreopsis tinctoria, scabiosa, and red geraniums, they seem simple and "common" at first, but if you look closely and consider, you see that they're in fact some of the most elegant and interesting plants.
Saturday, September 12
Clématite
Clematis (clématite, en francais). This bloomed incredibly dark purple, hanging in curtains from a simple frame on Remy's side of the garden, surrounded by (at that time) blankets and pillars of roses. The clematis' simple form, their sleekness, and their twiggy vines and tendrils made them especially shocking and beautiful.
Tuesday, September 8
Saturday, September 5
Wednesday, September 2
Cadran Solaire Geographique
"Solar Geographical Calendar
conceived and constructed in the 18th century by monks at the Cistercian Abbey in Neuborg, Alsace"
Monday, August 31
Sunday, August 30
Fields outside of Domremy
Walking from Domremy out to la Chapelle de Bermont, where Joan went to pray every week. (This was very strange for anyone, especially a young girl, to do.)
This was my favorite day, and my favorite field out of every field I walked through.
This was my favorite day, and my favorite field out of every field I walked through.
Wednesday, August 26
Tuesday, August 18
Mont Saint-Michel, Part One
Getting to Mont Saint-Michel took 6 hours by train from Vernon. I went from Vernon to Oissel, where I waited for a train to Rennes. This is Oissel: a whole lotta nothin'. It was completely silent except for the one train that passed while I waited. The only other person around was a lady at the interior ticket booth.
A few hours later, as the train slowed down once again for a station, I saw a big church and a tall tower atop a green hill. I took a picture and felt a shiver when the train stopped and I saw the signs for "LISIEUX". This is the home of Thérèse de Lisieux the home of her Carmelite convent, the place where she lived her intense life of holy ordinariness, where she wrote.
My first view of le Mont came as the train pulled into Pontorson. Over the golden fields and through the slight fog I saw a shadowy peaked castle. In this picture you can see the tallest spire, to the right of that round tree on the left.
I took the bus to the Mont and treaded (im)patiently up the narrow street behind the herd of tourists. My room was up a further path, through an archway, and down a hallway. I melted at the view, and took a satisfied nap.
I went to have a cup of coffee. It started raining right as the tide began to rise and overtake the mudflats.
I finished my coffee and walked around, watching the water and eavesdropping on tourists in 3 languages.
The stones and wood tiles are covered in mosses and tiny textured plants. Moss will always amaze me!
More than halfway up the Mont and looking down:
More than halfway up and looking up and out, to where the clouds have broken a little:
Looking down, out over the ramparts :
A rainbow!
And its other tail too!
Ah, the sun.
A few hours later, as the train slowed down once again for a station, I saw a big church and a tall tower atop a green hill. I took a picture and felt a shiver when the train stopped and I saw the signs for "LISIEUX". This is the home of Thérèse de Lisieux the home of her Carmelite convent, the place where she lived her intense life of holy ordinariness, where she wrote.
My first view of le Mont came as the train pulled into Pontorson. Over the golden fields and through the slight fog I saw a shadowy peaked castle. In this picture you can see the tallest spire, to the right of that round tree on the left.
I took the bus to the Mont and treaded (im)patiently up the narrow street behind the herd of tourists. My room was up a further path, through an archway, and down a hallway. I melted at the view, and took a satisfied nap.
I went to have a cup of coffee. It started raining right as the tide began to rise and overtake the mudflats.
I finished my coffee and walked around, watching the water and eavesdropping on tourists in 3 languages.
The stones and wood tiles are covered in mosses and tiny textured plants. Moss will always amaze me!
More than halfway up the Mont and looking down:
More than halfway up and looking up and out, to where the clouds have broken a little:
Looking down, out over the ramparts :
A rainbow!
And its other tail too!
Ah, the sun.
Saturday, August 15
Wednesday, August 5
Home, Albums, and Continuing Travels
Jet lag tried to eat me but I've survived!
Fort Collins is just as lovely and sun-filled as I remembered. I leave again in a few days for a week at this writing workshop, hosted by the Collegeville Institute for Ecumenical and Cultural Research.
I've finally finished putting up a small album of photos from Domremy here.
Coming soon to this blog:
Pictures from Mont St-Michel!
Pictures of the garden!
Sketches of things in the garden!
Vocabulary lessons like "How to Swear Very Offensively in French"!
This is what home has been like :
Fort Collins is just as lovely and sun-filled as I remembered. I leave again in a few days for a week at this writing workshop, hosted by the Collegeville Institute for Ecumenical and Cultural Research.
I've finally finished putting up a small album of photos from Domremy here.
Coming soon to this blog:
Pictures from Mont St-Michel!
Pictures of the garden!
Sketches of things in the garden!
Vocabulary lessons like "How to Swear Very Offensively in French"!
This is what home has been like :
Wednesday, July 29
Ramblin' ramblin' ramblin' ramblin'
Returned safely from Lyon . . . 
and am now wandering the garden with Manu.
Today I pack my bags, and tomorrow I fly out to Colorado (*flap flap flap*).
When jetlag removes its furry paws, more pictures, drawings, and stories will come!
and am now wandering the garden with Manu.
Today I pack my bags, and tomorrow I fly out to Colorado (*flap flap flap*).
When jetlag removes its furry paws, more pictures, drawings, and stories will come!
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