A picture I took in Atlantic Beach in 2007, with a Nikon D80. Still stands up.

Shadows, St. Saturnin

Pipes, St. Saturnin

A new subject this year, Luberon pipes.

Rude cloud over Saignon

This formed as I watched it, so I took it personally.

View up the hill, Rue du Bourget

Reds, Saignon

Mireille's garden, Saignon

Mireille has created a lovely garden, in containers, right on the street. I made the mistake, once, of telling Janie what beautiful hydrangeas she had. She told me, quite firmly, that they were hortencias.

Wedding Jeep, Saignon

There was a big wedding in town and a relative drove this lovingly restored WW II Jeep to help celebrate.

Three views from Saignon

 To the Southwest

 To the North

To the North. Find the woman.

Rusted gate, Lourmarin.

Inspecteur des Peches, Lourmarin

Every Friday we go to the Lourmarin market. Ian and I drop the two Janes off to cruise the market and we park the car and gofer a walk in the hills around Lourmarin. I said that these trees looked like peaches, which aren't grown here much. He said plums. I said that the two trees looked very similar, so he went into the field to inspect. They are peaches.

Fields, Lourmarin, Saignon

 I love fields. The top one, in Lourmarin, is where the last of the poppies are holding out. The bottom one is on our morning walk down the hill, around the valley and up the hill. My legs are slowly gettin used to hills. Thank you Spin class.

Apero party, our first week here.

 It is a tradition here to have people over for "aperos" which are meant to be a few nibbles and a glass of wine before dinner. Here it means a table groaning with food and some wine, augmented by every guest as they arrive. We had our friends, Ian and Jane over and were joined by our neighbors, Mary and Frederic and a new friend, Elio. Three hours and 6 bottles of wine later, aperos were over and everyone was happy.

Our first apero night, Saignon

 We had planned a nice evening with Ian and Jane. We had a new bottle of white Chateau Neuf du Pape from V comme Vin, and a nice assortment of nibbles. They brought along a nice bottle of white Vacqueyras. Mary joined us and the wines were lovely, the food good and the company superb. Soon Fredo joined us and the Elio, a new friend, from Venezuela. Five bottles later we went to our homes, happy. The two Janes shone as you can see here.

Robert, not in Robert's chair, Saignon

Saignon January, 2019

Even on a very cold January day you can find color in Provence.

Apt, post Christmas

Robert's table and chair, Saignon

Two recent sunrises, Pont Vedra Beach

Sand figure, Ponte Vedra Beach

New bed, Garden

 I bought a new raised bed last week and filled it last weekend. It is called a Big Bag Bed and they come in many sizes. They are made of a dense yet porous cloth. I filled this one with good potting soil and put in a cherry tomato plant, a new chili pepper called Super Chili and a couple of peonies from Costco. I am skeptical about the peonies. I don't know if we get enough chill hours to let them rest. Also, our native nematodes are death on almost all bulbs. I am hoping that a raised bed will hinder their progress long enough to get some flowers.

Les Lantins, for Carol and Harvey

This house, below the village, is the first house we rented in Saignon. We came over with Harvey and Carol Green. It was a nice house. Still shaded by that tree even in October. It was the first rental that had an internet connection. I remember that it was World Series time and the Red Sox (A bunch of godless communists, somehow favored by the Greens.) were in it for the first time in decades. One morning, at 4:00, I was awake and heard Harvey pad into the room down the stairs from us to get the score. All I heard was a very quiet "Yesssssss!" and he padded off to bed. A great memory.

Sand, Ponte Vedra Beach

We had a week of gentle waves which end up leaving lovely patterns on the sand. All the different colors separate and the last wave leaves a rim that is incredibly delicate.

Purple cabbage.

Truck decal, MSD

I cannot figure out what this means. Our flag, buried in wood shavings, with three deer skulls lying atop it. Is it patriotic? Anti-American? Pro hunting? Why twice?

Godzilla, Godzilla!

Shadows, Town Center

Saignon shadows

Robert's chair, Saignon

Oleander, post pruning, 37 Rue du Bourget

Now we can see, more will come off in the Spring.

The mad pruner of Rue du Bourget

We have an oleander in front of our little house that seems to grow all year round. Janie got onto our wall and had at the lower branches. We cleared a bunch of the upper ones a bit later.

A sure sign of Spring

When the fig leaves emerge, Spring is here.

Shadows, Apt

 I went down to Apt on a crystal clear day this January. The shadows were like living things. I had my Holga lens on an Olympus PEN-F body, a perfect pairing for the day and the light.