If I were on a patio or a porch or a chaise lounge in the garden of some B&B with a striped cat and a shaggy white dog. If there were umbrellas to hide under during sun and during rain. If the B&B had no wifi or Netflix but it did have a DVD player and a selection of Agnes Varda flicks and that one by her husband Jacques Demy about les parapluies. If it rained all day and I sat in a window seat reading A Gift from the Sea. If it didn’t rain and I walked along a grassy shoreline.
Or if I was at one of those picnic rest stops on the highway eating bread and cheese from a place I’d found in some small town along the way. Or the cafeteria of an art gallery where the food is surprisingly excellent and where I’ve taken a break from all the marvelling of what has compelled humans from the beginning of time to record experience and thoughts. Or if I’ve bought a sack of peaches and now sit under a tree eating them with juice running down my chin which I wipe off with my shirt.
And especially if I found a narrow alleyway, a sliver of peace in a loud city, where gravel and fences and the backs of old brick houses were covered in vines of varying description and a chair had been placed by the kindness of some stranger with a sign saying please sit, please contemplate, I would sit and contemplate and write postcards about umbrellas and rainy windows, good bread and striped cats.
And the tree under which the peaches were eaten.
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2 thoughts on “wordless wednesday (summer postcards)”
This is one of my favourites ever. Everything about it is perfect: the vibrant colours, the way the photos and text are all precisely aligned (how do you do that?), and most of all the scenes you evoke, of just about everything one could want in a summer holiday. Oh, and I love Agnès Varda too. Did you see Les glaneurs et la glaneuse? I was going to mention it last week re litter.
I loved Les Glaneurs! I could watch it again and again. Quite adore her work.