It’s been a little busy around here since I returned from France. Between photographing Dressage at Devon, processing Dressage at Devon photos, flying to multiple photo shoots and getting some painting done, well, it’s just been a normal, packed, autumn.
Sort of. Is anything normal these days? I mean, really, in the old days, if you designed a balloon to look like a UFO, the hoax you were trying to perpetrate was all about seeing a UFO, not because you wanted to be a “star” based on your bad behavior. Grow up, people!
Anyway. I digress. The strangest sight we saw in France was the parade of thigh-high, high-heeled boots on Parisienne women. And the fact that the Eiffel Tower is filled with tiny sparkling lights at intervals at night. I was sure I heard a child exclaim that it looked like a “sparkly chicken.” And the “gold ring” ruse, whereby a woman pretends to find a ring on the pavement as you walk by her, asks if you dropped it, tries to give it to you and asks for a donation to her “religious order” in exchange. We saw this one a few times around the Place Concorde.
But I’ve finally gotten to play with all the photos that I took in France, both in Saumur (even though it rained most of the time) and in Paris. I was blessed with one foggy day in Saumur, which turned the already beautiful grounds into a magical place. Even the usual sight of competitors lunging their horses prior to their rides became ethereal scenes of soft edges and muted colors. The hacking roads became gently lit stage settings of disappearing perspectives.
It was fun to play “stealth” photographer in Paris. Rather than carrying my Big Camera I stuck my “winkie” camera in my tourist purse and was able to grab shots quickly and without attracting the attention that the Mark III would have garnered.
You’ll find the France gallery here. Enjoy!