“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”
– Henry David Thoreau
The light was already slicing hot as I turned towards home this morning after walking the dogs. It popped up surfaces in ways that made everything that I was gazing at look as if it had been written in braille. After closing the shutters tight to keep the prying fingers of the sun out of the rooms that had cooled in the night, I put on my straw hat, grabbed my camera and headed back out to swim in the last of the morning, hunting for the traces trail.
Remi was at the garden, giving a talk sponsored by a community association in this tiny village for those interested in photography. I would have tagged along but for fear of making him feel self-conscious. He had already decided that his main goal would be to help people find a specific photo rather than just blindly grabbing at the whole. I suppose that was in my mind too as I darted between shady spots to look quietly and hopefully, start to see. For when I do, I stop thinking and start feeling without touching…the coarseness of the lime-wash and crumbling stone, the sweet kiss of les petales de roses…In the 95° heat, I could almost hear their crackle and hiss, these things alive to me yet silent. How I am delighted with the treasures found in my texture hunt.
Bon Weekend tout le monde…and a heart-felt welcome to all of you that are new here!
Et à toi, Jackie!
I like your idea of "feeling without touching” the eyes that can feel. To add to the eyes that can see emotions.The photos tell their stories.Wonderful photos Heather.
Like butter melting on warm toast! Exquisite photos. I found myself wanting to reach out and touch them! Thank you!
This is a treat! I've folders of texture images that I have taken. It's the nuances in life (physical and non physical) that make it so rich. Warm regards.
A texture hunt. Brilliant. Exquisitely captured, in both words and images.
I love these photos!! You can almost smell the heat!!
It certainly was hot today. Juliette turned 1 sio I made a cake for her party. On the way over, the cake slid apart as the buttercream melted. But the guests didn't seen to care and said it tasted good.
Coffee?
Judy
Just beautiful. Thank you.
Love the textures! Some are very familiar to me as I live in the Languedoc, and am always thinking I need to take more photos. Unfortunately I'm not much of a photographer, as much as I admire photography. Going out to search, as you did, makes all the difference. Bravo!
beautiful comme d'habitude. Bon weekend à toi!