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Paperback Rider
So there I was at the flea market, buying a cup and saucer, When a dealer grabbed a bunch of paperback books from a overturned box, and threw them into…
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Box of Treasures
At the flea market I often see forgotten treasure boxes. Collection of memories in the form of bits and pieces. The boxes are not…
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Blue and Yellow in Provence
The colors of Provence sing of blue and yellow. These lavender bottles (by Michel Biehn) are large enough to…
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Red Poppies
In my neck of the woods, there are fields upon little fields of poppies. Not California golden poppies, but red poppies. Poppies are spontaneous. Their colorful petals spread out like…
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A Request
Her hands recall the pleasure, of holding the day to day petals, of life’s simple pleasures. Setting the table, preparing the meal, wiping her brow. Her hand imagines the tenderness…
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Framing Memories
Are memories selective? Do we pick which ones we want to keep, and which ones we want to forget? Is it possible to heal past memories or see them in…
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Eighty Reasons are not Enough
Every girl should have a Father who shows her what love is all about. Every girl should have a Father like mine. I could tell you over 80 reasons in…
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La Joie de Vivre
The seeds we leave behind, be it our words, our actions, Or our small daily doings, will bloom one day. We do not need to know where or how, Nor…
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Opening Hands
Walking down the street in the neighboring village of Beausset, I couldn’t help noticing that nearly every door, had a cast iron hand door knocker. It struck me funny, was…
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Easter Sunday
Life is stronger than death. Happy Easter and may you find the golden egg. photo: Victory angel in Rome.
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