Aix-en-Pastel

When I went to France last year, I made a point of revisiting the beautiful city of Aix-en-Provence. I first visited in the summer of 1998 and knew then that I would be back one day. Aren't these pastel facades a feast for the eyes? They look as though they've literally been soaking up the sun for centuries.

Intimate Fragments

When one thinks of Versailles, one usually thinks of pomp, decadence and indulgence. Despite its size and grandeur, I was surprised at how intimate it could feel. I thought that, at times, its occupants must have tired of the obligations of state, and perhaps of the grandness of it all. So I sought out the quiet spaces and little details, imagining the hidden moments that have been lost to time and history.

Nice in Nice

I'm taking a short break from processing wedding photographs and packaging print orders to fondly reminisce over my strolls through Nice, with its palm trees, medieval labyrinths of the old city, Italianate facades, colorful markets, beautiful pastel colors and charming windows. Here is beautiful Nice from sunrise to sunset.

The drunken foal

Camargue horses are born dark brown or black and lighten to white as they mature. There was one foal among the adult horses - this little guy. When he lay down in the grass, he looked like such a happy drunk.

I'm heading off tomorrow for a vacation in New England. I may not get the chance to blog, but I'll most likely be on Facebook and twitter with briefer posts. I'll see you in September!

A heart so white

One of the main reasons I went to the south of France earlier this year, was to photograph the white horses of The Camargue. They are an ancient breed of horse that has lived in this wild, harsh marsh region for centuries if not thousands of years. I had the chance to spend three days among these beautiful creatures. The first day, I had the chance to get close to them and get to know them. They quickly adapted, were quite curious, and when I wasn't looking, would come up to me and start nibbling my shoe or knee. As a result, I have quite a few wide-angle shots of horse noses. Despite the nibbling, I was taken with how gentle they were and I felt no fear being so near to them. I'm so happy to finally be sharing some of these photographs with you.