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The Door Handle
There is a hand that will lead you…. even when the door is closed. Photo: My daughter Chelsea says I take more photos of doorknobs than anything else. French antique…
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The Man with the Red Bow
Do you know who this man is? He has being hanging out with me for a very long time, and still I don’t know his name. (Click on the image…
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Bending Spaces
I was standing on a stool, with a can of paint in one hand and a paint brush in another. Happily painting a wall in our hallway. I love to…
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Nightlight
French husband said he wanted a lamp for his bedside. He said he wanted one that worked. What he meant was he wanted…
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Questions
This is a post to answer a few questions I have been asked: 1) Yes, Chelsea started university (called Class Preparatory) in Aix. She is living in a studio and…
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A Girl with a Past
When my ancestors traveled from Portugal to the Azores Islands during the thirteen century, I was with them. I stood…
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The Old Porch Chair
The porch door was open, inviting the early autumn leaves a place to rest. A few gathered taking solace by the old porch…
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Painting France
Photo shop and I are becoming friends. Or I should say, Photo shop let’s me pretend I can paint! Photo: A street in the town of Arles, France. Photo: A…
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Give it your best Shot
The shout went out, "Put your best foot forward!" The table leg obeyed. She didn’t care that her foot was peeling, cracked and rough. It was her best. It was…
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Kissing the Stone
"In ten years time will I remember this moment?" This is something I say to myself when I think the situation I am…
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