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french dreams
From June of 2017 until just the other day, I really thought this photo was unusable. And maybe I was right, and we’d’ve all been better off if it had stayed safely hidden away in a Lightroom catalog somewhere..
But, also, maybe I was wrong – this rendition of it reminds me of the way Paris felt: sort of golden and dreamy. With wine.
Ladurée
Paris
photographed 6.11.2017
fishing
Yes, of course I had to look over the bridge railing to see what was going on on the river level. No surprises, really, other than the way the sun hit that fishing line.
Chicago, Illinois
photographed 6.30.2022
side-eye
That family over there seems to be a little skeptical about what is going on with the fountain. And in spite of how the photo looks, they didn’t actually get wet. As far as I know.
Crown Fountain
Chicago, Illinois
photographed 6.27.2022
shop window
My parents had visited this town on a trip to Nova Scotia. By the time I made a trip to Nova Scotia, my mom had passed away and my dad was in hospice care.
But I remembered my dad’s souvenir from this town, a vintage brass alidade that he held on his lap (carefully boxed up) on the flight home. Later, he spent several months polishing the brass until it looked like it was new. It was his pride and joy.
So it seemed right, that as he lay dying back home, I’d take a short detour to Annapolis Royal and sit by the water and think about his alidade. And him.
(Oh, and what’s an alidade? It’s a surveying or navigational tool used to sight distant objects. His introduction to the field of engineering was working on a surveying crew, and his Nova Scotian souvenir was surely a reminder of his youthful years.)
Annapolis Royal, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.27.2015
ice tree
If you ever go to Limon, Colorado, you might want to skip the chain hotels out on the interstate and get a room at the Safari Inn. It’s clean. It’s cheap. It’s aggressively pink.
And it has this fantastic sign by the ice machine.
Limon, Colorado
photographed 8.27.2020
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