I would make a poor alchemist as gold is not a word I cling to. And yet, each summer I am drawn like moth to flame as the stones of Aix reflect a vibrant luminosity.
Eyes distilled with a liquid prism, I wander and bask in the hue.
Summer Gold in Aix-en-Provence
You have just transported me there!BLESS YOU!Love the reflection in the glass…………..
Golden moments you provided us today, Heather!
Gorgeous, thank you!
Ooh la la, how I love these photos — especially the way the first two work together.
Greetings to you, dear Heather, from Little Cranberry Island way up in Northern Maine.
Heather,
A lovely collection today. I savored each and every one of them!
Merci,
V
Dear Heather, you have brought some sunshine into my life today!
xoxo
Karena
2013 Designer Series
Only a few words, but so beautifully penned and complemented by your images. Warm regards
I just dropped off my teen in the golden city.
I almost need my sunnies or this post! Love the looks heather x
Ah, your prose, and this series of photographs is stunning. Such a wonderful way to wake up! Thank you.
Cheryl