~Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us.
~ Oscar Wilde ~
~ Oscar Wilde ~
This is a memory of October 2009, outside my favourite Cafe / bar Cafe de Paris, in Fougeres, on Saturday mornings this square is full of market stalls, and venders selling smokey sausages and frites. During October the trees turn a lovely shade of yellow.
A special memory, 2010 the trip to Monet's house and garden, memories of colour, but also perfume too, the flowers in the walled garden were almost too powerful for my nose!
This picture of trees and clouds is behind a beautiful but very spooky church the Saint Sulpice, so cold inside you can see your breath!...Fougeres, close to the castle. My friend and I were out shooting with our camera's.
These pink and red roses are usually outside the florists on the Rue National, (my favourite street in Fougeres). I often stop with my camera, and sometimes buy roses for other people!
This is my favourite place in the forest for photographs, I stopped here the other week after French class to show my friend, she loves taking pictures too!
I just had to stop and take some pictures of this tree,situated by some apartements on the outskirts of Fougeres, I had spotted these lovely yellow leaves on a few occasions after class. I called this memory Lemon Drops.
This photograph is of blackthorn flowers, which are such a delight after winter, at a friends house in St George's.
Recently my short term memory in getting worse and worse, thank goodness for photographs!
Most days I wash my hair twice, I think, I put two spoons of coffee in my cup, and if I write a shopping list I leave it at home.
The French for a desk diary is an agenda.
The French for a personal diary is a journal intime.