The night before last when I climbed the stairs and reached the landing I looked out Little S's window and thought, "more crazy neighbor burning wood--now we'll have to deal with all the smoke smell." But it wasn't a fire it was the sunset. I dropped Little S's pyjamas and ran for my camera. I started shooting, adjusting, and cropping out things like my dirty windows and the neighbors car. But it was so beautiful in person that I suddenly realized I wasn't going to capture what I was seeing and I was missing the moment.
So we sat there and watched it for about five minutes together.
The French countryside outside of Paris is magical. We are sure there are fairies and elves in the stretch of forest behind our house. There are traces of them everywhere. Every day we see magic, --footprints in the snow, foxes crossing the icy road, pheasants strutting into a delve and deer posing by the bend just before the rondpoint that leads to the Paris autoroute. I am so pleased with our little house in the country and all of the contact we have with animals and nature.
And the sunsets are amazing.
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I have also wanted to run and get a camera to capture the sunsets here on so many occasions, but I don't bother because I know that it won't do any good. Someday soon I'm going to try with watercolors instead (which I'm just starting out with, but thought I'd give it a shot in my journal).
Oh yes watercolors are wonderful. Are you going to work on them live or from photos? I like to work with them from my photos though so that I can work on them at home or at night in the living room. I'm such a homebody!
I say this like I paint all the time but it's been a few years :(
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