I mean as in they are truly, utterly, I could skip down them naked while playing a ukelele and no one would notice empty. Not that I plan on doing that mind you, it is simply far too hot and I would be afraid to sizzle the pads of my already blackened feet.
It is a time for not too demanding manual tasks as the most basic intellectual pursuits escape me. Books tumble into my lap as I turn on my belly to nap. Ideas and words have locked themselves into the drawers of my desk, refusing to come out until the temps have cooled, making it impossible to write. Photos for posts have piled up, knocking at the computer screen for attention but I just stare at them, blinking.
I am not complaining, of course. Remi has been in the midst of photographing a really interesting project that I will share with you later on under blazing studio lights for the past two weeks, the dogs are forced to wear their fur coats which droop heavily after I hose them down and renovation work continues with the heave of new roof tiles and the churn of cement just down the street.
Perhaps this is more of a billet-doux in an apology form for not being more active here. I usually go quiet in the winter months; this is unexpected. But I find my brain as vide as the streets and there is a form of texture hunt going on inside – both within the walls of this closed up house and inside my rather empty noggin’. But I keep thinking back to my friend J recently admitting that she likes jet-lag as it takes her to this kind of dreamy place. And so it is all a question of perspective then, as it always is.
For I do find Provence incredibly beautiful even while she is sporting her most dashing summer clichés, presenting her best angles to the visitors who have come from the world over to admire her…I just feel not entirely a part of all the buzz but rather am floating along beside it. Perhaps that is not a bad thing after all…
Lovey post. Just wanted to say that when we were in France in May this year, we visited Arles…mostly because I had been reading your blog. And I found myself looking at doorways, and small architectural features that I might not have otherwise noticed. Thanks for that.
Your photos are beautiful and evoke the dreamy jet lag like state you describe. I would float in it like a kind of time out.
Your photos are, as always, exquisite. As for your mind being "vide," I would say that we enjoy even your vide, Heather, as it is beautifully expressed in your words.
Try to stay cool.
xo
Ah, it is the same here in Mississippi. Hot and humid and hard to tolerate especially when I want to be in the garden but the heat forces me back inside. I like the idea of a jet lagged dreamy state though!
Enveloped in heat in my mind, I almost expect hazy lazy pictures, which makes the crispness of contrast in these photos come as a surprise. I love them all, but one gave me a double take: the glass porch cover. My initial reaction was that I was looking down a spiral glass staircase. Maybe the sun has me seeing optical illusions
YOUR words here are picture perfect!Tell me if you close up all the windows and doors doesn't the house stay cool……are the tiles cool for the dogs or do they too heat up my mid – day.
We are having a very light summer………actually too cold at night and windy!
Gosh, we wait ALL year for summer and then NOT to enjoy it is HURTFUL!
I hope your garden can tolerate this heat……………..any harvesting taking place?
XO
I hear you!!
I'm in hiding.. 😉 xv
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Your photos express the play of light & shadow so well. It seems your home would be the perfect retreat from the searing heat, with shuttered windows and a stone floor.
We have had a rather mild summer in Santa Fe with the usual monsoons. August may bring a change, however, and our temps. will probably rise.
Wishing you a "cool" and relaxing weekend!