i don’t anticipate seeing any snow before we leave here. so i’m posting some mediterranean snowflakes. they littered the beach last weekend between sète and marseillan-plage. all looking a little bit the same. each one a little bit different.
palourdes clam shells
the beach at sète, france
unfortunately the vulgar and potentially hilarious connotations of the word “schist” do not translate from english into french. so although the faugères wine region prides itself on the local substrate of “<em>schiste</em>” that geology has endowed it with, and that gives the local wines their particular charred stone undertones, the expression “schist happens” will never be adopted by the local chamber of commerce. nor will the “pile of schist” at the corner of the plowed field cause nearly the laughter that it should. nor will the guy digging a hole who is in “deep schist.” nor the hiker who has just climbed up along the bank of “schist creek.” the poor french have no idea what they are missing. please excuse my schist-eating grin.
perhaps it’s the recent spell of cold weather here in the languedoc (cold, understand, meaning below zero celsius, not below zero fahrenheit as in minnesota) that has me seeing this somewhat random arrangement of sea glass as a tropical atoll. i could use a little bit of piercing equatorial sun right now, and some suffocating tropical humidity, and some waves lapping a coral beach gently.
la plage à sète, languedoc, france
i have always been interested in fonts and typography. this is another casual foray into making fonts out of natural objects. i did it after finishing six collages this afternoon, and before photographing it for STILL blog. i started to explain to steve that i think i might like to do some more of this font-making, when i remembered that i have just committed to another year of STILL and possibly a collage-a-day project for 2017, and i decided that maybe two artistic hats are enough for me to wear just now.
we just said goodbye to my daughter and my mom, who were here for two weeks. it was heartwarming to have family around for the holidays, and to see my strong, smart daughter in mid-transition from girl to woman. but their departure means that we are in the home stretch of this, our longest stay in france. and it is already feeling too short. if we had the money, i think we’d stay longer. the dollar plant seed pods in the photo above are wonderful and valuable in their way. but they aren’t going to get us there.
lunaria (dollar plant)