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i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..

Friday, March 7, 2008

a bit of spring for monsieur

I want to tell you, that upon returning from a city walk
were the sky has suddenly turned grey after many days of lovely sun and warmth.
i found your letter and as quickly as I lost the sun, you and your letter brought the sun back to me.

It is very difficult to picture what too much snow would feel like
and if I would ever tire from it, but perhaps it is the sun disappearing
that would finally break my spirit. I thought of sending you images of
children playing in the snow or the perfect snow draped trees, perhaps even one of
sophie and I enjoying an evening of snow...but I soon realized that when you are buried in
it you wish for anything but.

Cher Monsieur, I must say once again how glad I am for your letter and in response to
(p.s.) of course, bien sur.

some photos of anything but snow, enjoy.

1 comment:

Mickinick said...

I came by your site on accident. Loved it, and was intrigued. Thank you for sharing your heart and your images!