Here's a well-kept secret about this town of Beaune: on nights when the weather is clear, several short films are projected on the facades of specific buildings and other architecture around town. The projectors are housed in these unassuming silver things that resemble ATMs. The images are kept precisely within the outline of the building... Continue Reading →
We went to visit the Abbaye de Fontenay yesterday. The drive was pure Burgundy: white cows, green rolling hills, and picturesque stone villages. The abbey is 1000 years old and was founded by St. Bernard. It thrived until the French Revolution, when, as usual, all hell broke loose. Before long it was a paper mill.... Continue Reading →
Here's a thing I learned about castles and French history while exploring the Chateau Du Rochepot (pictured here), which belonged to the Duke of Burgundy in the 1700s: During the revolution (1789), if you were an aristocrat like the Duke of Burgundy, you got out of dodge as fast as you could, and you didn't... Continue Reading →
Today, we went to visit the Chateau Du Sully (pictured here), a 16th Century hunting estate. Boar heads everywhere, antler chandeliers, rhino horns — a veritable battlefield inside (the animals lost). This particular castle is surrounded by a carp-filled moat. Huge fish that lunch at the bread chunks you're given in the gift shop for... Continue Reading →
Amy's birthday today! Drove out of town for the first time yesterday. Kids are starting to crack at the seams for lack of Playstation and Minecraft. Fights galore. I took this picture of cows. Could be Vermont were it not for the medieval house in the background. We stopped in a town called Autun, which... Continue Reading →
This stretch of the Concord River is seen by countless tourists each year because it is from the famous North Bridge that this shot was taken. Given its role in the Revolutionary War and our country's history, the land around this part of the river has been preserved for more than a century. What one... Continue Reading →
Oak trees are fairly common in this part of Massachusetts. But in my view these enormous and ungainly trees have a majestic presence amongst the smaller and more tidy maples and elms. They spread their arms wide to the sun and get more than their fair share.
I have not tried to tamper with Mother Nature's soil acidity. She prefers my hydrangeas to be somewhere between pink and blue. Not too hot. Not too cold.
Shot with a Tamron Macro lens and my D-90.
A tree that, while still standing, is being returned to the soil. This is what the fungi call a feast.
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