18 August 2010


I love the pick-your-own flower fields around where we live.  Simply find a spot to park, select your bouquet (bring scissors or a knife), and pay on your honor.  I couldn't pass up the sunflowers...three for one Euro.

06 August 2010

Trafalgar Square

Giant ship in a bottle
Trafalgar Square, London, July 2010

I love Trafalgar Square.  It sounds a pretty cliché thing to say, given its prominence as an icon for London, but there's just something about it.  During our recent jaunt back, we found ourselves there visiting the National Gallery (again) to see Van Gogh's Sunflowers (again).  But even amidst the art of the masters, the Square holds its own.  On this day, the fountain was sparkling, the skies were a brilliant blue, and this ship was sailing off to ports unknown.

Music from my iPod...Chances by Athlete

27 July 2010

A bit of promming, anyone?

Royal Albert Hall, London, July 2010

Whirlwind trip...all for a little boy who loves The Doctor.

23 July 2010

Love locks

Locks of love
Paris, June 2010

Keep your love under lock and key...especially in Paris.

On the Pont des Arts, the wooden pedestrian bridge  that transports one across the Seine to the Louvre, a simple padlock represents love and devotion.  Some plain, some engraved, strangely they seem an appropriate gesture in the city of love.  Unfortunately, not all think so.  There used to be thousands of locks on the bridge, but recently the vast majority disappeared.  It seems the powers that be in Paris think they are an eye-sore.  One can only conclude that these powers are the reason behind the disappearance.  However, some locks remain, further testament to the devotion they represent.  I wish that I would have had one with me to add to the collection.

29 June 2010

Gone fishing

Prime fishing hole
Oberammergau, April 2010

Oh how absent I've been.  Life and obligations get in the way, but I'm still here.

This photo is for my dad.  I missed Father's Day this year.  Rather than calling home, I was navigating the Paris rail system.  But Dad is never far from my thoughts, as evidenced by this photo I snapped for him during a trip to Oberammergau this past April.  Being the man who taught me how to fish, I knew he would appreciate this glorious little spot.  The hole was filled with trout that aren't visible in the picture.  Oh what I would have given for a pole...and my dad standing next to me.