“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.
Remi drove like a mad man to outrun the storm–there was no way we wanted to walk with the dogs from the parking lot to the house in the hail–and he did it!
I still like the old church better, don't you?
Bah, is it Sue? I need someone to explain this to meeee….
Aargh, curse you blogger! I need every precious word from my friend Julia!!!
And is that true, j? I really, really could use that luck…oooh, here is hoping…
Love from Provence 🙂
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Ooh. I had to look it up just to be sure it meant what I thought that it did. And it did. I love that.
And Joan, I never thanked you properly for your amazing comment on Detroit. I have reread it a few times now. I wish there were better answers…or even better questions…
It is impossible not to have Respect (capital R) for Nature (capital N) like that, Rebecca…
Merci, Loree! In Malte too? I need to look this up!!!
Thank you Yvonne, you too! And now THAT would be a perfect garden shed for you!
Oh thank you Tabs, that means quite a lot coming from beautiful you…
I love your rain Heather…I can feel the wind, the chill in the air and the exhilaration of running for cover. I always enjoy your photos, especially when I see the ones that are familar to me, the ones that I look upon frequently in my own photo files…doors, windows, gates, quiet corners, abandoned buildings and trees…in all shapes and forms. I recently went on a google hunt trying to find a word that describes the type of photograhy we enjoy. I know the word is there…somewhere. The one that comes to mind most frequently…soulful. Until I find a better descriptive word..that is it. We are soulful photographers. What do you think? xx
Another amazing photos from Provence as not everybody can see it ! Thanks a lot Heather from all the Provence Lovers! And we have to answer your wonder about the shoe horse ?! Claire