Two of my faithful followers (Ogee and Vicki) have requested some follow-up photos from my trip to France in April 2002. Very well, I’m happy to comply. I made this one within a half-hour’s drive of the meadow that I posted earlier, and it maintains, I believe, the same air of simple beauty and serenity that I hoped to convey in my earlier offering. I’m not able to offer any more location information, other than that the closest village I was able to find on my map was, again, Vaillac. Could I find this again, if I had to? I dearly hope so!
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I’m in to simple beauty and I think there definitely should be more of it. This is such a charming scene and brings back fond memories of my own travels in the 1970s.
(and yes, more please).
I know that you are, and I’ll be delighted to honor your request, Vicki. Stay tuned…
Nice reflection of times passed and of future possibilities. If you do get back I hope you have fun searching for the exact same spot :-)
Given that this is France, your mention of times passed immediately reminded me of Marcel Proust’s huge extended novel A la recherche du temps perdu, which we could translate as In Search of Lost Time or Trying to Recover Time Gone By.
Oh, I can honestly promise to have fun trying to find it again, if only I get the chance!
Wasn’t there a Pop song called……Lost in France!?
Excuuuse me, but I wasn’t lost. Not for a minute. The question–and the only question–remains: if I could find this place again, given a new chance. And I’m sure that I could. Well, pretty sure. Well, OK, reasonably sure, given enough time…
You remind me of my weekly walking companion, we used to meet up and just walk, no plan, no timetable, apart from remembering to getting back to where we left the car. His expression when some might say we were lost would be “we are not lost just not sure where we are”…Perhaps its a good job that time has moved on and no longer do the weekly walk. They were also great walks as we always fixed the worlds problems. :-)
The reds of the water-plant, the wall, and the roof of the house make a pleasing contrast to the broad swath of green grasses. Even though the house doesn’t seem to quite fit the definition of a cottage, the entire scene has a cottage-like feel. Of course, not all cottages need be English-style, with the thatched roof and such. In any case, I’d be comfortable here. It seems like landscape on a human scale.
I loved this scene from my first view. And that little house, though as you said, not English-cottage-like, seemed very romantic and inviting, nestled in this little haven of apparent timelessness. Methinks I could easily invest a week there with a camera and a guitar…
Once again, beautiful image. A
I made several shots with different angles, but liked this one best. I’m glad you like it, too.
How lucky people are to live in places like this. I think where I live was once also lovely, but it is now a hodgepodge of pavement and ugly strip malls.
So sad to hear that, but it happens ever-more frequently. Hold on to the memories–hopefully you have some wonderful photos to help.
Yes, you’re right.