November 19, 2017

Reflection

 November 19, 2017 (323/365)

"A photograph must come from imagination and not be a reflection..." ~ Thierry Mugler - Oh well...
November 18, 2017

Le Rêve en noir et blanc

November 18, 2017 (322/365)

“You never forget a beautiful thing...even after you eat it” 
~ Julia Child, My Life in France


November 17, 2017

French Friday: Saint-Sulpice

November 17, 2017 (321/365)

« C'est pareil pour tout. On tire des lignes droites et la vie fait des courbes. » ~ Katherine Pancol



The Saint-Sulpice church and surrounding square are located in one of my favorite neighborhoods of Paris. Unfortunately, since the publication of Dan Brown's Da Vinci Codethe church is overrun with tourists looking for the rose line -- the Paris meridian which figures prominently in the novel. I confess, I have been guilty of the same thing -- once. Although fictional, the historic, artistic, and religious allusions in Brown's Robert Langdon series are intriguing and entertaining. Against my better judgment, I just read Robert Langdon #5, Origin. It, too, was predictably intriguing and entertaining.

« Sous l'ancienne Roslin, le Saint-Graal nous attend
La lame et le calice la protègent du temps
Ouvragée avec art par les maîtres des maîtres
Sous la voûte étoilée enfin elle repose. »
~ Dan Brown, Da Vinci Code 

Seekers of the real Paris Meridian, which lost out as Prime Meridian to Greenwich in 1884, should be on the lookout for the Arago medallions. 135 meridian medallions are placed in a straight line from Gentilly in the south to Port du Clignangourt in the north.

November 16, 2017

Transparency

November 16, 2017 (320/365)

"Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable. 
Be honest and transparent anyway." ~ Mother Teresa

Laid Table (Still Life with Metal Pitcher), Beth Lipman 2007 - Milwaukee Art Museum

November 15, 2017

Into the Mystic

November 15, 2017 (319/365)

We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that foghorn blows I will be coming home
And when that foghorn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic...
~ Van Morrison