Rust never sleeps, especially not in Père Lachaise...
Funny, you read my mind again, or I yours, I was back in Père Lachaise today on the blog too.
Oh, and also, speaking of thinking along the same lines, or the same lines of trees, I was looking more closely at the small photo which is visible in the "la Boutique" link in your sidebar, of lines of trees disappearing into the distance, with a small human figure visible far away, and just remembered as series of posts I'd done in a similar sort of setting, in the park in Saint Germain en Laye long ago... Your trees are much taller though. Were they in the Tuilleries ? You can see the posts I'm referring to here :
Oh Owen, I love your wondrous words. "Rust never sleeps in Pere Lachaise"! Why couldn't I think of that!
The photo on my calendar was taken that magical morning last janvier when we awakened our first morning and found Paris en dessous de neige. This was strolling through Palais Royal. One of my most treasured photographs. Do you think the Parisian Photography Gods will smile on me again this janvier? Peut-être! :)
I am a former elementary school teacher, a full-time photographer, part-time painter, lover of all things French ( whose français is slowly improving), obsessive Paris traveler, enthusiastic art museum volunteer, grateful community volunteer, and grandmother to 5 delightful grandchildren.
I fell in love with Paris in March 2007. It was as the French say, le coup de foudre : love at first sight. As a result of that trip, my photography took another direction. Since that time I have pursued a career of sorts in photography and dreamed of returning to the City of Light. November 2008 found me strolling the streets of Paris once again. My first visit I was so overwhelmed with the incredible beauty of the city, I photographed it as a "tourist". My 2008 trip I looked at Paris with a different eye. I wanted to capture the unique, the small details, and oh yes - the people! This blog was started as a photo diary of that trip. I was thrilled to return to Paris and the French countryside in June and July of 2009, and blogged daily while there. I've returned to the city I love in January and June- 2010 , January 2011 and January 2012! Each time I visit, it feels more and more like home, and I discover new and interesting things with each trip. I cherish the time with my Paris friends as well as the friends that always join me there. Paris may well be a moveable feast, but I think it's best savored in person! Someone told me that once you have been to Paris, you will leave a piece of your heart. I left mine right there, but I brought home some wonderful memories. It is my pleasure to share them with you.
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10 minutes walk from where I live. Nice shot.
Love the details of the ironwork. It appears to have once been black but now the aged rusted color shows the details even better.
Oh even the rust is gorgeous in Paris
I love this, Virginia. :)
I agree, the rust definitely adds something to it.
You seem to be spending a lot of time in the cemetery V.
Can we really trust this guard? He seems a bit rusty. (I know, I know...I'm so so sorry!)
I adore rusty ironwork. And Père Lachaise...
Rust never sleeps, especially not in Père Lachaise...
Funny, you read my mind again, or I yours, I was back in Père Lachaise today on the blog too.
Oh, and also, speaking of thinking along the same lines, or the same lines of trees, I was looking more closely at the small photo which is visible in the "la Boutique" link in your sidebar, of lines of trees disappearing into the distance, with a small human figure visible far away, and just remembered as series of posts I'd done in a similar sort of setting, in the park in Saint Germain en Laye long ago... Your trees are much taller though. Were they in the Tuilleries ? You can see the posts I'm referring to here :
http://magiclanternshowen.blogspot.com/search/label/Saint%20Germain
Great minds think alike, right ? Well, mine's maybe not so great, but one out of two ain't bad...
;-)
Oh Owen,
I love your wondrous words. "Rust never sleeps in Pere Lachaise"! Why couldn't I think of that!
The photo on my calendar was taken that magical morning last janvier when we awakened our first morning and found Paris en dessous de neige. This was strolling through Palais Royal. One of my most treasured photographs. Do you think the Parisian Photography Gods will smile on me again this janvier?
Peut-être! :)
Fabulous detail, Virginia. Luscious. With Owen's perfect words. How nice.
Great neighborhood, Laurent!
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