I am writing this on a high-speed TGV coasting through the countryside of France. It is smooth and quiet, with no indication of the thunderous roar occurring on the outside. We witnessed this yesterday as we waited for our train from Fontainebleu to Paris. Suddenly all the air was sucked from the platform, and our eardrums exploded as a train blurred past.
I start badly, as what I really wanted to write about was the light on the first week of the trip. It is gray and misty outside and it made me realize that during our time in the Paris region, we did not encounter the romantic golden-yellow light so abundant in Tuscany. It is something I can add to the photographs at a later date by tweaking the color temperature, this Tuscan light would give a much truer feel for the beautiful buildings and boulevards, a much truer “spirit of place”, but unfortunately would not give a true remembrance of the scene, one blighted by muted grey, lacking in any vibrance. What am I to do?
Mom
Sep 11th, 2007It’s funny but while you were in Paris I was finishing a book called “The Knowledge of Water” which takes place in Paris in the early 1900’s. In the book every day is described as gray, misty, rainy etc. It made Paris seem very cold. Of course it ends with the Seine flooding over! So consider yourself lucky, I guess! 🙂
Rob
Sep 14th, 2007i don’t know how to work these here blogs but i must say seeing the pictures of the gnome in France made me as giddy as a school girl on Christmas. The places seem amazing, keep up the awesome photography!
dorisjean
Sep 20th, 2007I echo Rob’s “amazing photography” accolade. Andy, you take well composed pics, w/ great captions. (ex: “Sarah & all her friends.”) Hey, it may look like empty space around her, but it is really filled w/ all of us vicariously & happily traveling w/ you. (via the Net, our loving thoughts, astral travel,…er..been shelving New Age again..sorry. 🙂 ~djm