Mons, before the champagne district, northern france

The golden land seems to go on forever. The season has been too dry. The bails are already cut and stacked. Fantastical straw architecture, often so ambitious, reminds of an evening long time ago in England. Guy stopped the car and ran into the field. He said he always dreamed of rolling the great drum bails. I was so afraid some one would come and we would be in trouble. I think in this time I was always afraid. But he was so happy and he was right. A Long time ago.

Bastille Day, River, Paris

Rented a small boat with close friends.
Made a picnic of champagne and foi gras.
The light beneath the bridges is very beautiful.
Sometimes everything is perfect.

Horse and rider, Provins northern France

Fire, cat, Loup

Light the fire in the morning.
Prepare strong coffee.
The tattered sky gives up the first sun.
The black Cat and son happy in the old farmhouse.