I awoke uneasily on Easter morning, having slept poorly due to a dose of unaccustomed silence. Luckily, our hosts were ready with as much café as was needed to get going. When I was asked how I took it, I explained "comme un camionneur", like a truck driver, which elicited a wry smile. After a bit of toast slathered in jam made from the apricot tree from the other side of the kitchen door, I was out breathing in the sun. Ben followed after my call. I admit I was thinking of this blog and had my little Pentax in hand. As often happens, doing things with others in mind can lead to something positive for yourself. My Tod's crunched along the path, my eyes adjusted to the scope of the countryside, to its undulating shadows. Walking until I stopped thinking. How long it had been since I had been in nature alone. Remi and I live together, work together, are joined at the hip. That is the life that we have chosen and I love it. But to have enough time to just see for myself what was laying about and to fill up the inspiration tank was a great gift. And a very appropriate one for that particular holiday. Beauty as hope, hope as beauty.