Sand dollar

January 25, 2013 Photo of the day: "Sand dollar"

I love seashells, especially sand dollars. 
I love their juxtaposition of simplicity and intricacy. 
If you look carefully, many patterns are revealed. 
When I returned from a trip to Florida in 7th grade 
with several of these flattened sea urchins, 
one of the Sisters who taught at my school 
told me about the legend of the sand dollar.

"There's a pretty little legend
that I would like to tell
of the birth and death of Jesus
found in this lowly shell.

If you examine closely, 
you'll see that you'll find here
four nail holes and a fifth one
made by a Roman's spear.

On one side the Easter lily,
its center is the star
that appeared unto the shepherds
to lead them from afar.

The Christmas poinsettia 
etched on the other side
reminds us of His birthday,
our happy Christmastide.

Now break the center open
and here you will release
the five white doves awaiting
to spread good will and peace.

This simple little symbol
God left for you and me
to help us spread his message
through all eternity."


 Apparently, there are several versions of this legend.
I love that profound beauty and meaning
can be found in the simplest of nature's creatures.

I also like dreaming of a beach vacation
during this bitterly cold weekend in Wisconsin!

Paris sous la neige 2013


I have spent countless hours wandering around Paris, taking endless photos of the same iconic images of this most beautiful city. I had been anticipating a relaxing, atypical visit to Paris this time, the first time in years that I have been here without students or friends, the first time in over a decade that I had no intention of playing tourist. I planned to slow down, to stroll in my favorite neighborhoods, "faire la lèche-vitrine" (window shop), stop in cafés for coffee or wine, and take less obvious pictures of Paris. That all changed when I woke on Saturday morning to Paris transformed!
 

Due to the warming effects of the Gulf Stream, Paris enjoys a very mild climate with an average winter temperature of about 5° Celsius (41° F). There is rarely more than a sugary dusting of snow, temporarily transforming the city into a confection rivaling any at Ladurée, Pierre Hermé, or Angelina. And like a French pastry, this delicious beauty is usually gone by midday. Paris' highest snowfall on record, 15.75 inches, occurred in 1946, but last weekend's 8 inches was the most snow in recent memory. The idea of capturing this rare and beautiful moment was too tempting for me not change my plans and play in the snow! And I wasn't the only one! It's amazing how several inches of frozen precipitation can melt the steely faces of typically chic Parisians. Instead everyone bundled up and slowed down to enjoy the winter wonderland. Although, to be fair, it is difficult to rush about when streets and sidewalks are snow-covered and slippery. 

Cars, Vespas, and Velib' (the city's rental bikes) were buried.

The Métro was probably the best way to get around
if you were in a hurry, but it was the weekend!


Instead, families, couples, and pets filled the parks with peels of laughter 
as they fought "batailles de neige" and built "bonhommes de neige"


Photographers and news crews scrambled to record the magical scenes, and like me, attempted to capture the ephemeral beautiful of snow blanketing Paris' monuments, dark winter trees, green benches, gray Mansard roofs, orange chimney pots, and bright café tables.

Bundle up and take a stroll with me through snowy Paris!
Paris' beauty is evident in both sweeping vistas and tiny details.


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The white domes of the Sacré Coeur are barely visible.

Yet, lovers will always find a way to express their devotion!

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Give in & be a tourist!

La Tour Eiffel
 
Le Palais de Chaillot (Trocadéro)

Le Parc des Champs de Mars

L'Arc de Triomphe

Le Jardin des Champs-Elysées

La Place de la Concorde

Le Grand Palais



Le Pont Alexandre III
 
Les Quais de la Seine

  
Les Invalides

 
Notre Dame de Paris


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 Warm up in a café:




With an expresso or hot chocolate:


Or dream of snuggling by the fireplace
 in an Hausmannian apartment:

*Le Sigh!*