if you can't duct it

idea- the complete indifference towards inconspicuous repairs

Le Phare de Cordouan

The chapel on the second floor- inside the lighthouse

And outside- the place made me nostalgic for the days when I used to go diving for muscles on Little Black Island in Maine

When it comes naturally

After a visit to the Phare de Cordouan, the lighthouse at the intersection of the Atlantic ocean and the Gironde river, This couple was sitting across from me on the ferry. They were so chic I did not even care that I was staring. Got to take those mental notes. They embodied the place- the atlantic- on that grey day. I bet their clothes smelled like salt, and the fading and holes were from years of exploration, their habitual movements, and from getting on and off of their boat. From the cut of her jeans to his haircut- It was all so natural. That innate sense of style and the ability to dress in 20 year old clothes with holes and look like a million bucks. I wanted to badly to take a picture.
Then going through my camera later, I realized that this couple I had captured going down the gangway to the ferry that morning was the very same. Only here their warmer layers over their shoulders, before the chill that came a few hours later.

Even their bags were perfect.

Miami Heat

My mom drove me down to the airport in her moter's 14 year old cadilac.
Stops- Miami Beach: The Webster
Drive by at Terri and Donna-
this is what we saw

especially cool because I love flamingos