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The Angel Above
My Grandmother Frances came to America from the Azores. Her trunk was filled with simple necessities: A linen towel, a few chemises, a hairbrush, a dress in…
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Orlando
Unfair this life thing. I cannot and do not want to imagine the fear, but there it is staring and it doesn't go away, and it shouldn't. Dancing, as…
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Flowers on Sunday
A rose in Provence against an old wall. Ready to bloom. Rose petal tips. Stand by me.…
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Views From my Kitchen Counter
Views from my kitchen counter. Where I am most of the time. Brocantes finds take center stage. Recycling at its best. Silver utensils in…
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the Portrait
My latest purchase from the brocante. It was the first thing I saw, but I did not buy it until the end. As I was paying for it a…
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The Reason My Post Have Been Short and Sweet These Days
The reason I haven't been writing much and posting so late at night is that we have started another project. Crazy, certainly. My mother would say,…
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The Rising of the Seine
Since Chelsea lives in Paris I asked her to take some photos of the rising of the Seine. She took these on her daily run. …
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Wait a Minute… I Could Fix Things to the Ceiling?!
French Husband had barely parked the car at the brocante when I jumped out. Having the brocante bug is not easy to control. Is there a cure? As soon…
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A Memory Six Years Ago… and the Diamonds are Still There
2010 Along the winding way to Sacha's BMX track, which weaves through olive orchards, vineyards and goat farms. The road is narrow with spectacular views. Views I…
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