This morning I saw a BEAVER in the river behind my house. I know you think that because I’m Canadian I see this kind of thing all the time.
First time. Christophe was both floored and disappointing. He imagined I was some kind of Pocahontas, well-versed in all woodland creature languages. All I did was yelp in amazement and scare it away.
Also, the ducks and geese have been getting it on in the backyard, and the bunny in the front yard who was white all winter now has flecks of brown to mimic dirty snowdrifts still hanging around from winter. Soon his entire coat will be brown. Spring is definitely in the air.
To celebrate, I’m not taking photos of ducks, beavers or bunnies. Sorry. (They wouldn’t sign the release. Pft.) But I am curating my Paris Spring photo collection and posting them in my shop.
I started with artsy black and whites.
First, we have a spring in our step with Mary Jane Runs.
Then we have me pretending to take a photo of the café thé chocolate sign but I was really checking out the butcher in the background, the aforementioned Christophe, who swept me off my feet soon after I took this photo:
And we can’t start a photo series of Paris without adding in some iconic landmarks.
There are many more black and whites to list, but something about seeing wild animals all hot and bothered in my backyard got me all hot and bothered for gardening. So I started listing French flower market photos…
J’adore the sweet signage of French words. Happy Spring!