We stopped the car, realizing that we were, well, if not lost than entirely on the wrong road. As I got out to stretch my legs, I sucked in my breath from the cold and the sight of a liquid cloud, spread across the sky like an ink stain. “It is snowing in there,” I thought to myself with pleasure, imagining all the things in nature that we don’t see but are right there in front of us.
Once safely on the other side of the mountain, we stopped in a field outside of a small village. Neither the field nor the village had yet awoken from the night before. Frost glistened and dew dropped from winter berries and their pom-pom fronds.
Further on, the remains of an ancient wall crumbled into the folds of the earth. Forgotten, forgotten the houses here before. Shards of terra cotta roof tiles pulsed with a slight covering of verdigris lichen and roots crawled crab-like to warmer climes.
I sat next to Ben, as patient as ever and took in the world from his point of view. So much life within the tiny patch of dirt near his paws. Two miniscule beads of water reflected or refracted the interior of the earth. Get closer. It is good at times to smell something as vague as life.
Remi and I had spoken the day before about my timidity in photographing people so when we both saw this Citroen 2CV battling down the lane, he pushed me to flag it down.
I was glad that I did. The gentleman in the drivers seat was perplexed and amused at my request but was willing to concede that certain étrangères might appreciate his car. The truth being that his face, his way of being was far more interesting. Out of politeness, he only and addressed Remi and spoke softly when he did. “Soon, we won’t see that anymore,” Remi admitted as the blue bug lurched away and he is right. Best then to take it all in while we still can.
Heather, this is a wonderful travelogue this is! Thank you sooo much!
That older gentleman looks like someone straight out of The Sartorialist. Note the hat, the blue striped shirt (which matches his Citroen and is perhaps nearly as old), and his layered sweaters.
I would frame any one of these photos and hang it on my wall. I could examine those clouds in the first photo forever.
Wonderful read and images, Heather. Especially winter berries with teardrops and a portrait of an old gentleman. Thank you.
I love it when you go on road trips. That was very brave of you to stop that gentleman and snap his picture. I don't think people look interesting until they age. Ben looks perfectly happy and expectant.."what's next Mom?"
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Debra~
Oh, thank you, Sister! I know you wrote this for me because I SO appreciate how you are encouraging us all to take time to stop and smell the roses, or the earth, or view the berries. Bravo for stepping out of your comfort zone to photograph the man and his car! And I agree with Remi (and you): best to take it ALL in while you can!!
p.s. I agree with Virginia – you are on fire this year!!!
Your blog is such a treat for me thousands of miles away in N. Texas. I have so many memories of times spent in St Remy – my parents rented a wonderful house there every fall for a month or so for more than ten years. We spent countless hours exploring Arles, Le Baux, Gordes, Mausanne and the ruins and Les Alpilles around St Remy. Reading your blog brings back memories of such happy times! I look forward each day to your every word and picture.
I enjoyed your post… very beautiful. What a sweet looking man with his great old car. So happy you stopped by… thank you! (i'm following back)
Oh Heather this reads like the most beautiful poem – but with illustrations!
I'm going back to read it all again! Just so beautiful! You're on fire this year. Must be that camera? It's changed your writing style as well! Virginia xx
Formidable!
Great photos! Is it as cold as it looks?