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It’s that time of year again – me, the camera, blossom …

I hadn’t really been out with the camera for weeks but this morning, I remembered why I used to go out so often. A little bit of time out, looking through the lens at one thing at a time, instead of rushing about trying to do a zillion things at once.
I recommend it!

Quelques minutes passées à regarder les choses, une par une, à travers l’objectif, au lieu de courir pour essayer de faire mille choses à la fois … essayez, ça fait beaucoup de bien!


Glad to be here, glad to have time to get out and enjoy the season (finally … between rain showers), glad to have sights like this just up the road, glad I decided to get the camera out for the first time in a week. Just glad really.

Hunting and gathering …

… hunting down some autumn images and gathering some great memories at the same time.

A la chasse à l’image et à la récolte de bons souvenirs.


Patrimoine …or heritage, as it was celebrated this weekend in France, we took a trip to the  Ecomusée in St Cyr la Rosière.

After the museum and its collection of objects, images and documents illustrating traditional Percheron life, we had a look around the exhibition “Bien loin de Brooklyn” by American photographer Peter Petronio (my real reason for wanting to visit yesterday!) … images tracing 30 years of his life here in the heart of the Perche.

Then a look around the priory and the grounds, and an extra treat (not only for the boys!) with a collection of old Peugeots, Panhards, Citroëns and the rest, nestled under the apple trees.

Inside the old Priory lodge.

A beautiful late-summer’s day, a great place to visit, a pretty perfect Sunday!

La Patrimoine était en fête ce week-end et nous avons décidé de passer dimanche après-midi à l’Ecomusée du Perche, à St Cyr la Rosière.

Entre la musée avec ses objets et ses documents (écrits et audiovisuels), la prieuré et son logis, la magnifique exposition du photographe américan Peter Petronio, “Bien loin de Brooklyn,” retraçant plus de 30 ans de vie dans le Perche, et les voitures anciennes se reposant sous les pommiers, il y avait vraiment de quoi regarder (et de mitrailler, du coup !)