Even the bees are different in France.
A violet carpenter bee among the flowers at Giverny — darker than our typical bees in the United States, with iridescent blue-violet wings.
The beach has its obvious beauties: water, sky, birds, light, and clouds. But sometimes I get stuck at the edge, looking at the sand dunes and the beach morning glories, marveling at how persistent and adaptable life is, and how much beauty we walk by.
A lacecap hydrangea from Claude Monet's garden at Giverny.
The big, showy flowers on the outside are like billboards, attracting all the bees and butterflies. But those tiny buds in the center will open and show tiny white flowers. That's where the business of fertility gets done.
A neighborhood cafe with the Eiffel Tower sneaking into the background. The floral decorations on the facade look especially vibrant—probably for the season or a special event.
The egret was in the creek again, as it has been most mornings lately. But on this holiday weekend, I took a day off from the world of birds and let the flowers take center stage.
The creek turned the light into something visible: sunlight broken by leaves overhead, softened by humid air, and scattered across the water by ripples and reflections.
Tiny schooling fish write the circles on the surface, but the Great Egret stays still-- saving energy, waiting to strike.
@Rainmaker1973 So this is why a band playing a live version of a song is never recognized. Slightly (or radically) different instruments, not mixed in a studio, different footprint.
@vintagestuff4 One of my kids particularly liked Busytown. There were books and a computer game. Recently, I got a new chiropractor whose first name is Diane, and I have dubbed her Dr. Diane!
Sunset Draws a Crowd: A Lido Beach sunset becomes a shared performance: dancers in the foreground, quiet silhouettes on the rocks, and the last light spreading across the water and sand.