While in New Orleans a couple of weeks ago, the weather was unseasonably warm and I felt as though I had stepped into summer for a few days. As someone who lives in Montreal, this was a great, though brief, relief from frigid temperatures and mounds of snow. So, I wasn't expecting fog. On this particular morning I was planning on sleeping in to recover from a stupidly early morning flight the previous day. For some reason, I couldn't (internal photographer's fog detector?), so I grabbed my camera bag and was treated to this enchanting vision.
I've been wanting to visit the deep south for quite some time. In particular, I was drawn to and inspired by the haunting photographs of Sally Mann. When Heather Evans Smith announced that she was organizing a photography workshop in Savannah, I took that as a sign to make the journey. Standing among these magnificent trees was such a powerful experience. They really did take my breath away, dripping as they do with their magic.
These dog days of winter require a bit of persistence to get through, so I'm conjuring up a bit of spring to remind myself that warmer days full of color are coming.
I admit to being a bit of a voyeur. I find windows intriguing. Looking into them poses questions about the lives lived behind them. Peering out from them has it's own fascination. By putting a frame around the world, you see it a little differently and perhaps imagine new possibilities. And, well Paris. Now Paris really does have some of the loveliest windows.