There are minutes of the ticking kind and minute, minutieuse, of the little. I have a tendency to be fond of both, most especially when they meet.
High up on a mountain, a butte points over the Grands Causses, a valley known for its vultures swooping on currents of hot air.
A see of big and little so close, so close that they exchange confidences in the winds cupped around my ear.
But rather than only look out…
…searching for the sea that can be traced at the horizon…
…I wonder at the waves at my feet. Rock, field and flower.
We feel content and languor beneath the shadows of rolling clouds.
PS. Remi and I wish to thank all of you that sent such kind comments and emails for his 50th birthday…
It was actually two! We went up for sunset the night the first photo was taken and a huuuge storm came rushing in so we had to go–the next day was big blue time. And that is Kipling–anytime you see big fluffy tail (especially up in the air) that would be The Rascal.
That would be a yes, Leslie. But at least (sigh) there is still what is considered a "surplus" of trees in France.
And thank you for your kindness–hey! I am happy to have your support every time you choose to give it. I am not picky that way. 😉
Yep, it was his 50th. 🙂
I think that you also appreciate the big and the little too!
Crazy beautiful and always different too.
Yay! You are so welcome, EE. That made me feel good.
Luckily you have many, many around you too. 🙂 But it truly is a gorgeous spot up there. We go each time we are in the area.
Edgar, I have to admit that I haven't felt much like writing lately but photography? Anytime!
Thank you Linda. 🙂 Nice of you to have stopped by!
Love the blending of big and little, sea and sky. And the little bit of furry friend in the first photo. Is that Ben? Kipling? What a beautiful day. XO
My comments about your photographic poetry must sound like a broken record, but…I love to see what you have seen and read your thoughts about it, because both are so unerringly, beautifully sublime. You are teaching this person to see what I have overlooked, and not thought about, during the last 30 harried years. Thank you, Heather. Fondly, Leslie
P.S. Do I see evidence of a clear-cut forest in the first photograph? Does (or did) the logging industry do clearcutting in France?