Daily bread from the local boulangerie is customary. Always the passing of friendly words.
Today’s turf.
Folks in passing.
Animal kingdom.
It worked for Madonna. Her titled song “More inspired these photographs.
Franck has been following me since Genèva. He kept noticing my name in the church guest books. Last night he finally caught up with me. We were staying at the same Gîte. Serendipity. We had the most pleasant conversations. I left first this morning knowing he would catch up with me. We walked a bit then Franck pushed ahead at his faster pace. At the next church to his astonishment he saw my signature in the church book. While he stopped for a coffee, I had walked past unnoticed. He caught up with me at the end of the town. Now I follow Franck. I will sign my name under his name in church guest books.
All in a day’s walk.
Logging must be big business from all the stacks of logs seen. Perhaps logging is done in winter when the ground is frozen so tires don’t get mired in mud. The exception was today’s tractor. All I spied was the crane towering above the trees noisily turning, twisting, lowering, and raising its clamp to move cut trees. It was as if a mythical character’s arm shot out of the ground to grab trees.
You’ve got mail. The only vehicle seen walking was the ubiquitous yellow French mail truck.
Today’s encounters.
Linda Scandore 