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Postcards from Paris

309.365 50mm f1.8 1/50 ISO 800I found myself in the bar of a little French restaurant last night with two women I dearly love.  Kim was back in town from LA for one night only, which obviously necessitated a Tuesday night hall pass.  I have never been to Paris, but I imagine this place has the kind of charm a real French bistro would possess - inexpensive wine, the smell of cheese (in a good way), accordian playing in the background (I may just be imagining that part), a wooden bar.  Also an adorable barkeep named Brittany, at whom I could not resist pointing my camera.  She was very indulgent.

Kim, being something of a connoisseur of cocktails in general and absinthe in particular, involved Brittany in an absinthe tasting.  I'm not much for the taste of absinthe - though if the myths about pink elephants were true I might consider overlooking the taste - but I do find the whole sugar cube-and-dripping-water preparation fascinating.  After some deliberation, Kim settled on this one:

And I went for this:

I would like to go to Paris now, s'il vou plait.


Long Road Home

301.365 18mm f5.6 1/800 ISO 100


Odd Impulses

269.365 18mm f5 1/400 ISO 400I promised myself, when I graduated from college in upstate New York (where it snows ungodly amounts), that I would never live in a place where it snows again.  And then I promptly moved to Colorado.  I learned to love the snow, but am surprised to find that what I really miss is the rain.

Yesterday evening a storm rolled through that was so intense that I found myself driving over a median to avoid a flooded underpass.  Ezra, excited in the backseat, wanted to know Why you drive on the sidewalk, Mama? 

The rain makes you do funny things when you don't see it that often.  Things like grabbing your camera and running out to find some great reflections, even though you haven't owned an umbrella in over a decade.


Light and Dark

248.365 50mm f2 1//40 ISO 200The challenge is to keep finding ways to see city life as majestic and perfectly manifested.  There are no wild animals in my living room, no flowers blooming, no grand views.  There are, occasionally, interesting areas of light and shadow.


Cue the Foxes

218.365 50mm (+20mm mac tube) f2.8 1/1000 ISO 200I saw Akira Kurosawa's Dreams when I was in college (one of my first-ever experiences at an art house movie theater -- I think I went back and saw Pulp Fiction the next day) and the thing I most remember is the dream about how when the sun shines through the rain the foxes come out and get married.

I moved to Colorado a year or so after that and witnessed the beauty of sunny rainfall for myself.  It still strikes me as cinematic every time, each raindrop a little diamond falling from the sky.

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