sebadee
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Filmmaker • Photographer • Lives in France • Fan of Vivian Maier, Lee Miller, fast lenses and slow conversations • Pun Loving Liminal
In this part of France, it's illegal to refuse a glass of beer or wine at lunchtime. As a law-abiding citizen I'm having a half of the local brew...
Early morning impressions The sun rising just enough over the hills across the valley to glance the house we are staying in with warm light
Mrs D negotiates the staircase in the Ingres Bourdelle museum in Montauban.
A portrait I snapped earlier this summer at the music festival that took place in our village.
New bike! It's light, has an insane number of gears and cost me an arm and a leg.
I like how the cross melts into the tree which melts into the sky
A recent event extinguished something childlike in me. I shared something with someone I thought a friend. True friends offer a safe space to share vulnerability. Not only did they betray my trust; they mocked me for having shared. Since this event, I have completely lost interest in photography.
Last night's storm was magnificent! Rolling thunder and lightning were constant. Apparently, this is a Mesoscale Convective System where cloud cells roll overhead striking one another.
I've found a crafty way of swimming 1.3km in seawater without ever being out of my depth! I just have to make sure to swim at high tide otherwise I'm sloshing around in mud!
A beautiful 1st-century sculpture of Hermaphrodite in the Musée Bonnat-Helleu in Bayonne. Myth has it that the son of Hermes and Aphrodite was seen bathing by nymph Salmacis. She fell in love and asked the gods that they never be separated, so they fused them into one being. #sculpture #marble #art
Three survivors of medieval Capbreton: the Maison du Rey (15th C), where Henri de Navarre, future Henri IV, stayed in 1583; and the timber-framed Maisons des Anglais, among the last traces of a once-thriving port at the Adour's old mouth. #Landes #History #Capbreton
OK, this brings to an end my series on cows... for now! It has merely whetted my appetite as my fascination has only deepened.
A bull and his babe. I watched for a while. They were inseparable. Occasionally, she would lift her tail so he could sniff her gear. This is bovine foreplay. As she approaches oestrus, she releases pheromones. An organ in his mouth detects her cycle days before she is ready to be mounted. He waits!
There is a herd of Charolais in a field I drive through to buy bread. I finally got around to taking pics. Unfortunately, I got a wall of rear ends. Apparently, cows have a very distinct hierarchy and naturally tend to look the same way. There are "friendships' as certain cows always graze together.
I took these this evening, looking west. That is Fontainebleau in the foreground. The fire is actually several kilometres beyond, but it looks dangerously close.
A friend filmed this today. This Canadair scoops up 6000 litres of water from the Seine to dump on the fire. It is incredibly dangerous work as they fly with no margin for error. The pilots are absolute heroes.
The fire that has ravaged over 1000 hectares of forest nearby is still raging. It is about 12km from where I live on the other side of Fontainebleau.
With friends staying the weekend, where better to have Sunday lunch but in the shade of our Magnolia tree.
These are members of rival nautical jousting teams during La Fete de La Musique in the main square in Sète.
Just after sunset on the longest day of the year overlooking the Étang de Thau.
