part of what i love about having to make a still blog photo every day (i don’t always love every part of it) is that it forces me to stay in touch with the seasons wherever i happen to be. not everyone who has spent time in southern france would be able to pinpoint the month of the year this was photographed. but i can look at it and know immediately that that is late september or early october in the languedoc. and i feel as if i am somehow more a part of things for knowing this. i’m looking out from inside the country, not shading my eyes and staring in from the outside.

figs, fennel, and grapes

autignac, france