Summer Memories

Sharing a photo shoot is always fun!

Breakfast in the park

A little exercise

Home-grown forest strawberries

or should we say balcony-grown?

A boat cruise

Graceful water statues

Water contemplation

Our hands outstretched in fond connection

A mosaic of summer memories for my grandson and for me.

Campanula

Small Campanula

Stretch their faces to the sky

Pink, lilac, purple

delicate petals

and all the different shades

mingle together

creating dreamy hues

in which to drown my eyes.

Ephemeral Moonflower

With swirling tendrils

Bathed in the soft fading light

A new beginning

A floral chalice opening

to receive the early morning light

As the day wears on

transformation takes place

with grace and harmony

The last page is turned as the story of the ephemeral Moonflower

is told.

Optical Illusions, Reflections and Lacy Architecture

Do you like modern architecture?

Whatever your preferences, this illustrated report

will not leave you indifferent.

Going to visit a new museum called MuCEM

in the town of Marseille in France.

The inscriptions explain in Hebrew, French and Arabic,

the temporary exhibition: "Lieux Saint Partagés" which means

"Shared Sacred Sites".

This imposing face shows the way to the entrance.

The inside structure of this amazing building is made of glass, metal and reinforced concrete.

The walkways, going all around the internal glass walls, 

are made of metal. This creates deformed and fascinating reflections on all sides.

The shapes and designs change constantly as we walk towards them.

This reflection is like a work of modern art.

Notice the blue of the sea below.

The oustide lacy design in reinforced concrete is held together

by metal bars attached to concrete pillars.

At the end of each walkway, you turn either right or left.

See the reflected lacy design in the puddle at the end.

Looking up above our heads,

all this external part of the whole structure is open to the sky.

This is what it looks like from the inside of the glass building.

You can see three levels of external walkways with a visitor on the lower level.

This image feels like a stylised forest.

Coming out of the museum, we can see the entrance to the old port

behind the Saint-Jean Fort.

In the background, high on the hill, is the well-known Marseille landmark

of Notre-Dame de la Garde.

This is the back of the museum facing the open sea

and contrasting with the classical Cathedral Sainte Marie-Majeure

in the Byzantine-Roman style.

Walking away from the museum showing the overhanging lacy roof

and the cathedral reflected in the glass side of the building.

I love the spaciousness in this parting shot.

Aren't the lines and the reflections marvellous in this one?

One last look at the open Mediterranean Sea

before we leave.

Did you manage to get to the end of this photo-heavy report?

If you would like to know more about MUCEM

which means: Museum of the Civilisations of Europe and the Mediterranean.

Check out the link above.

Captivating

Do you remember when you were a child and something captivated

your attention and you felt totally spellbound?

Last weekend, sitting on my balcony facing my flowers,

I was completely charmed by this colourful image

seen through the glass from which I was drinking.

I went inside to get my camera 

and in passing

peeked through the glass at my garden herbs!

This one is lemon verbena.

The pink begonia clamoured for my attention

so I obliged.

Then I had the idea of picking up a small fluted glass dish

and so enjoyed 

creating new kinds of abstract images.

First the yellow marigolds

Then some purple campanula next to the pink begonia

Orange snapdragons

and red...

Pink begonias again. They're doing so well this year.

No special editing tricks, just a glass bowl and my balcony garden!

A captivating mosaic to bring them all together,

I hope that you will be as enchanted as I am

observing these colours and shapes

and taking it all in with the eagerness and enthusiasm

of a child who finds wonderment

just everywhere!

On a similar theme, you can visit Kim Manley Ort's blog

and see how she talks about the word; Mesmerized

Hollyhocks and Honey-Coloured Houses: A Story

Tall and elegant hollyhocks

against a honey-coloured stone wall

Such vibrant blooms and swollen buds full of promises.

HOLLYHOCKS AND HONEY-COLOURED HOUSES

The houses and the hollyhocks are still there, as beautiful as ever, whenever I return, but I should really start at the beginning.

When I was a young working girl, I used to go by train to my workplace. It was all so charming as I lived in the country and the train was accordingly old-fashioned with wooden seats and the ticket-master smiling and friendly. The train went rather slowly and stopped at every single village station and there was plenty of time to enjoy the passing countryside.

Several times a week, I found myself in the same carriage as an older gentlemen. He was tall and elegant in a understated way. Silver white hair, impeccably combed, a debonair moustache and well-chosen clothes with an eye for colour coordination. He wore a panama hat in the summer with a black band. That was my favourite!

During the whole of the month of May, it has always been a sort of tradition, I like to have a bar of soap which is perfumed with Lily of the Valley. Accordingly, I have a very small bottle of Muguet perfume which I dab on my wrists and at the base of my throat.

It was one of those mornings in May, that the elegant old gentleman stepped onto the train and sat in the free seat opposite me. The windows of the carriage were open and my travelling companion said to me: "What an amazing scent of Lily of the Valley, is it blooming already?" As other people got on the train, he suddenly lent forward slightly and asked me if I happened to be wearing the perfume! "Yes", I said and we both laughed! From that day onwards we always said hello to each other and enjoyed exchanging a few words.

I often wondered where the gentleman on the train lived and one day I found out.  As I was coming back from an early evening walk, I saw him take a key out of his pocket and enter a house in my favourite honey-coloured stone with hollyhocks growing tall and elegantly against the walls. Such perfect flowers for this gentleman, I thought. 

I have since moved away from this beautiful area and my daily trips to work in a little country train, but whenever I visit the villages that are part of my childhood and young adulthood, and see those honey-coloured stone houses adorned with hollyhocks, I remember with much fondness the older gentlemen and send up a special thought to him wherever he may be on his continuing journey beyond this earthly existence.

This story is based on real-life facts.
***
The twentieth century writer J. B. Priestley wrote of Cotswold stone that –
“The truth is, that it has no colour that can be described.
 Even when the sun is obscured and the light is cold, these walls are still faintly warm and luminous, as if they knew the trick of keeping the lost sunlight of centuries glimmering about them.”

Read about

Cotswold Stone

The Lily of the Valley tradition

during the month of May.

The name of this perfume is called Diorissimo

Doesn't that have a lovely ring to it?