Un But Nouveau (a new goal)

So I have a new goal:

One photo per day.  One story or thought to accompany it.  One month.  We'll go from there.

It's simple.  It's brief.  It's ambitious - for me.

We'll see how it goes.

;-)

Here goes:

Day 1

 Joshua took this.  It's on my facebook page.

I've been trying to encourage an interest in photography.

He's not biting.

But he did take this photo.

It's great, don't you think? 

Technically, I couldn't speak as to whether or not this is the case.

But my aesthetics tell me it's a good one.

Artsy? 

Avante garde?  

Do I even know what that means?

Or just plain cool.

What is curious to me is that I was driving when he took the photo.  He was sitting directly behind me as I handed him the camera and casually said, as we were approaching the Eiffel Tower, 

"hey, why don't you take some photos..."

I was hoping something inside him would spark.

He took this photo first.

Then I quickly glanced back and realized that he was shooting through the window...

Inside, I'm thinking: 

"This was not what I had in mind, dear son!" 

...so I suggested he put down the window.

And of course with my handy-dandy multi-window car controls,

I rolled down his window myself, after which he continued to take a few more photos: 

These were all taken in order and

you can decide for yourself...

They're nice

but I'd say his first shot was the best.

 

It's interesting.

It has character.

It captures light, 

the speed we were driving, 

and 

it has a sense of magic to it.

Those last three?  

Standard. Lovely and still cool but 

standard.

I took from this a lesson.

My son had an inclination.

Granted, he took the photos because I asked him.

But HOW he took them was a decision he alone determined.

Until I inserted my opinion,

or rather, my expectation on how

he should do something,

(take photos 'out the window')

(I never said 'roll the window down-before you take them...')

which - 

was my own 

opinion.

it -

was not his

opinion.

Had I let him be,

had I just allowed him to 'have a go'

who knows how much more magic 

he may have created.

Ah, parenthood.

We live.

We learn.

We [must] let go.

And allow the magic that is within our children - 

To thrive.

This is the hope.

(Ça c'est l'espoir) 

I love my mother.

It's Mother's Day in the US today.  Here in France I send my mother, Vera, the very best Mother's Day wish I can muster from thousands of miles away and in front of a virtual audience.  

My mother is the best mother

Anyone could ever wish for.

I know this because

I've watched her make sacrifices for me,

All of my life.

First, most important but only the beginning, 

She gave me life.

She was a thoughtful mother...

Which is something I appreciate now as an adult mother...

Trying to be conscious myself.

She is a loving wife,

She is a loving soul.

She is a wonderful Nana

to her grandchildren. 

She is passionate.

She loves the earth.

She loves nature and hiking. 

She loves sustainability.

She loves Goodwill. 

;-) 

She brought with her a heritage I am proud of 

Not only a fascinating history of Russian, Swiss and Welsh ancestry...

but  

A heritage of 

love

kindness

goodness of heart

positivity and optimism.

My mother loves to be healthy.

She loves to eat well.

She is my friend,

She is guileless,

She wishes the best for everyone,

from the mailman

to her children.

My mother is the best mother.

I know this because

she loves me

she knows me

and she still loves me.

My mother trusts me.

 And I believe she always has.

My mother has faith in me.

And I believe she always will.

I am a blessed and lucky woman

To have the best mother ever.

Happy Mother's Day, Mum! 

 Tash.

I love you. 

xo.

from France.

oh, that would be Paris.

;-)

see you soon!  

"Spring is here," said the bumblebee

This month

Elijah turns 3! 

we took the week 

to play...

here 

and there...

SO

come play.

"Spring is here," said the Bumblebee

"How do you know?" said the Old Oak Tree

"I spy yellow daffodills [or crocuses, as the case may be]...

Dancing with the fairies on the windy hill." 

[said the Bumblebee]

At

l-o-n-g

last,

we can go outside without a coat,

plant some crocuses without a chill,

take a bike ride

to Parc de Sceaux.

and so...

At

l-o-n-g

last,

we did!

Leading up to his 3rd birthday,

Goggles

have been his favorite toy of choice.

At first they went everywhere...
the store
the neighbors house
the park

and then it was...

to church

and eventually
...to bed!

While on one hand he is

contemplative
and a doer of
what all newly turned 3 year olds do:

picking up precious stones

from even stone buried-in-cement pathways

"...they MUST come out somehow!"

...to begging for someone to kick the ball with him!

And so of course,

we do!

Who wouldn't?

...and then it's time for a rest,

but only on Mummy, of course.

It’s been snowing, raining and is just plain cold.  

Perhaps this is why the refrain  

‘Paris in the Springtime’ 

rings loudly in my mind 

as I watch the huge snow flakes and rain drops 

take turns falling out of the sky

…I’m just waiting…

with images of cherry blossoms 

at Parc de Sceaux waxing tauntingly in my mind.

it's certainly not happening in real life -

yet. 

We took the bus to the store yesterday in the latter part of the afternoon, and like today, it was freezing cold!  

I took heart, however, as I realized that it was actually 

still light 

and by the time we returned home, 

darkness was only just starting to fall.  

Not so would this have been the case even the week before…

or maybe I just didn't pay attention? 

Regardless, 

I could feel the beginnings of those blessed

extended days eeking it’s way 

back into lives.  

I can’t wait.

Elijah and I recently took in the woods up behind our house...

Note: this long stone wall is the wall to the school.

 

Cross the street and here we are! Horses on the left.

 

 

Climb the tree and looK - I'm high! 

Elijah took over photo duties for a while...

Then it was mama's turn again...

These are the horses who live on the trail as we enter the forest.  Midline to the left is a stone wall where lies 
the school. 

As I shoot this photo, Elijah sits in a tree...

Ah, such a good life.

 

Then we head back...and stop at the gate to the school 

on the way home...

Little brother is looking for big brother.

Sorry little guy...

Must wait...

a little longer.

It may be cold but it is fresh air!