The fog lay heavy on the high hills this morning, blocking my view. So it was a lovely surprise that as I sipped my tea, it slipped away or perhaps was chased by a bullying sun. We have had much rain in the past few days so I donned my thick boots, ready to battle the mud on my morning walk with the dogs. The humidity clung in the air and I could feel the curls springing on my head and tickling the back of my neck. As we passed the park, I paused to watch a group of tiny children of the barely walking age spin out from their keepers like starlings. One boy among them held up a red leaf as if he was seeing it for the very first time, as if it might be the greatest prize. And maybe he was right. I could hear their wordless murmurs bubbling into the air as I continued on my path. The light shined so clearly that I found beauty buried in puddles, in lines of fallen branches. No different from the small ones, then, filled with delectable wonder, that quiet flying hope.
As I have said before, for me fall is not a time of degeneration but of regeneration. And what a fantastic resource awaited me after I kicked off my mud-covered Tod’s and opened up my email! The incredibly talented Vicki Archer is celebrating the sixth anniversary of her blog by offering a very cool e-book that she created for the occasion with the help of illustrator Leo Greenfield. Plus, she has completely redesigned her website and it too is a treasure-trove. Vicki is always ten if not twenty steps ahead of the game and yet she is extremely generous and genuine. You can read all about the goings-on at http://vickiarcher.com/.
Jazz is autumn’s song. A recent discovery is the duo of Airelle Besson and Nelson Veras. Plus, imagine my delight when I learned that this mini-documentary was filmed where the album was recorded…
…in Arles!
So you see? In the little and the big, inspiration is everywhere, ours for the taking…
With my Best from Provence,
Heather
Nope, these were taken on my old crappy iphone 3! And I like that photo too. 🙂
Emilia, j'adore quand tu m'écrire en français!! Même si mon français écrit est pas top, je comprends tout. 🙂
Gros Bisous…
Merci Laurence…
*smiling* Merci Miss. Yes, all of the seasons please. Each for their own reasons!
I know, isn't she amazing?
Thank you so much for that compliment K, I really, really appreciate it!
What beautiful moody imagery (and words). And jazz! A lovely surprise for a chilly afternoon.
xo
Winter comes slowly, hides under the leaves then whispers and cools your lips. The wonderful bright colors suddenly are covered with pure whiteness,as if angels descended from the sky.
Yes. Thank you Heather for the magic of jazz.
Beautiful images! I like that greyish puddle a lot! Does that mean your camera is working again or did you use Remi's instead?
Bisous, XOXO