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…
So very beautifully thought…the large and the little…very calming. What's this about Remi's birthday? I am out of the loop somewhat…shall hunt deeper in your blog to discover…
What a beautiful spot in the world!
It's experiences like this that make my heart sing. Thank you for taking me on this beautiful journey. XXX
What gorgeous scenery. Thanks for sharing it with us. Such beautiful places help me to relax.
I "feel content" and grateful.
Thank you for the photographic essay, simple and concise, on nature's wonders.
Beautiful series of photos.
Definitely after a certain point, it's all about "we are still here! whoohoo!"!!!!
And everywhere in between. 😉
A 50th birthday is a wonderful milestone. Thank you for having let us share in the joy. 🙂
I love this, both the language and the photos. And yes, there are wonders both at the horizon and at our feet.