Bonsoir, mes amis.
I thought it was high time that I check in with you all, especially as some of you have been preparing to send out the search dogs.
While I have been slowing down the pace of posting, I do have plenty of material prepared to share with you, including more from the Fondation Van Gogh in Arles where these photos were taken.
The play of light and shadows caressed the timeworn surfaces as I skated across the well-oiled parqueterie. Until finally, I stopped moving and just stood in the center of the room, surprised to find myself alone. It is amazing how in such moments one can feel lifted by something so far beyond the here and now as to seem eternal. Or maybe it doesn't just seem but it is. How lucky then to breathe a bit of forever amidst our ever-changing lives.
I traced the shadows repeatedly, following the directions they were whispering that I should follow, then lifted my chin. That light, so bright that not even the blinds could tame it...it made me want to wrap it around me like a cape, open the windows and fly.
Tell me, where are you headed? Dites-moi tout.