“Regarde la lumière,” Remi and I will often call out to one another these days. We are talking about that last shot of good gold that bounces off the rooftop visible from both of our desks separated by a thin wall. We have the same view and more often than not, the same point of view too.
Last night after a moment of mutual silent admiring, I fed Ben quickly, grabbed my camera and wrapped myself up like a moving mummy to head out into the cold.
You see, I have been under the weather. Not to worry, I haven’t succumbed yet to the terrible rounds of flu treason that have been roaming the earth but I am fighting off a what they call here a gastro or stomach bug. As a result of some of our more exotic travels to precarious places, I like to think that I have an iron skillet stomach but I still succumb to waves of grogginess, ones that leave me slightly separated, as if I were looking at the world behind the branches of a barren tree…
or on the other side of bars that are nothing like a prison…
…for it can be pleasant not to fight it, this sweet sleep-walking…
…following light’s lure…
…and soft fade of winter.
I stop to regard a captured star…
Ben sits on top of my feet patient and looking out.
The longer we stay, the more my eyes calm…rough forms turn elegant…
…and I wonder at those monuments that I have looked upon a thousand times before.
At the lights last whisper, I listen and turn to look down the old cardo, this same Roman road.
The trees.
They protect.
Give comfort.
And somehow are more beautiful to me on this winter’s evening than ever a summer day.
Wishing you all a wonderful weekend…
Jane and Lance have described so beautifully what you so beautifully have evoked with your photographs and words. Until the advent of digital cameras, I took thousands of photographs, not one of which approaches any of yours in how wonderfully they tell a story. You inspire me to learn about digital photograph and try again. But mostly, I am full of gratitude for what you give us in your posts. Thank you, Heather.
Ooh, that would NOT have been a good idea, Judy! Hasn't the light been gorgeous lately?
There are so many statues of her here, Karen, you would love it. Other saints too…
On verra, indeed. I keep bracing myself for the cold to come and where is it? Not that I am complaining!
I don't find it strange at all, Loree! You should be used to the way our thinking can overlap by now… 🙂
Thank you Richard–and also for your last email. Your encouragement came on a day when I really needed it.
Lorrie, I completely forgot that I WAS sick while I was on that walk. You understood perfectly…
Hello and welcome! There is a nice group of people here. 🙂 Merci pour le compliment aussi!