so i don't really photograph flowers. never really have much. but then one day i did. and i sort of liked it. and then i thought "these could go on a calendar". and then i was sad and had to blog about it. sorry for the cheese.
unless it's under construction your first time in paris. i was upset. darcie, this is why i didn't post it to begin with. sore spot, if you catch my drift.
i have realized recently that i never got around to posting about paris. so much to post on the subject, i just haven't had the gumption. anyway, i got some scans of my film today in the mail (thanks mom) and have many favorites. here's a start.
cimetiere du pere lachaise. where oscar wilde's grave is.
another image from the same cemetery.
the view from one of our balconies in paris with the sun rising on the buildings. more to come soon.
i lathered on some chapstick and kissed this really dirty grave. "you don't know where those lips have been" (paris je t'aime). at least oscar wilde is a really cool author. if you've never read the importance of being earnest, you should. it will only take about an hour. i hope i haven't contracted some disease or infection from doing this, but i won't ever say i regret it. vive la vie!
zack and i were at duane reade 2 days ago and found this lovely tree on clearance for $5. we just couldn't pass it up, even though christmas has long since passed.