“I got it!” I stared at the screen on the back of my camera. An extra blink to be sure and yet there it was, a frozen bolt of lightning. Remi and I laughed. It seemed lucky, crazily lucky, somehow.
We had turned back swift as sparrows as a rainstorm ruined our afternoon ramble. It approached swiftly with pelts of rain on the windshield in a “Ha. Ha. Ha.” The clouds billowed heavier than smoke and yet, when we saw the little cabanon perched at the end of a field of wizened vines, we had to explore.
How different it must have looked in other times. Big tree giving shade to workers dipping handkerchiefs in the well.
We peeked inside to discern…wire traps for the creek running below, freshly cut wood and a forgotten chair that once gave relief.
The frame of an iron tonnelle bended with forgetting.
And I couldn’t help but wonder, why oh why in France is the horseshoe always the wrong side down?
No wonder this poor little cabanon was ill-used. Perhaps we could look up the proprietaire, rent it out, fix it up and then it would be our get-to for the weekends?
You know us and how we like to dream.
But the rain pressed on and worryingly while the wind sucked the oak leaves upwards in spirals. “This is a bad storm coming, Remi.” I knew it in my bones. You can’t grow up in the Midwest and not have a feeling for that sort of thing. So back we scuttled as the rain pelted, turning eventually to hail.
Pop rocks that would burst our momentary daydreams but not let them be forgotten. The country is calling and I am listening…
Wishing you all a wonderful week ahead.
Gorgeous shots, I would love to explore that place.
Have a great day. yvonne
Your photographs are so utterly romantic. Looking at them just felt like stepping into the pages of a book.
Merci Jackie! And really we weren't far from torandoville, it was one freaky storm! Who knows, maybe the cabanon got lifted into the clouds after we left!
Thank you so much, G. Sending you the same.
Yes, you certainly know a thing or two about places backhanded by history…double-decked too now that I think of it! 🙂
Talking with you gives me a jolt like that lightning, Sister–shazaam!
It would have been even better if we had gone inside the cabanon to wait it out with a bottle of Montrachet and an Hermes blanket but it still was a lovely moment…very romantic in its way…
Thanks, Heather! Hope you are well… 🙂
*blushing*
Thanks miss Suzahcruise.
Thank you, Sir and I admire your tenacity.
There was that freaky orange light like there is before tornados, Wyn!! Eeee;…