Areches

Areches Beaufort and Mont Blanc, majestically close to the mount and clear. There are no clouds today. We are perched above this rounded 4810 meter peak.

Behind us, there are imposing cliffs streaked, with snow. The village is streaked with impossibly narrow streets; and the lodges made from logs in abundance. Picture perfect.

And the colours here tell us it’s a good place to ski. A ride to the top; I can’t wait  So few people in sight. A sight to behold.

It comes with great effort to this climb. A final ride to the top. We turn with an easy glide. Snow from the tips of the mount are so near and I am whispering in awe; my frozen breath barely breaking this calm.

The chair takes us back down the mountain and beyond, above the tree line slopes. But we’re aiming for the descent back down to the rustic warmth of Areches.

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About Constellations

When our thoughts become poems the poetry becomes our constellations and then we write down the words all the that we have discovered or want to understand. These are the things I am. I am trying to learn French. I’m learning I think. A language as vast as the stars. It’s like watching the constellations partly; discovering it changes us; deepening our minds just as the poetry we read or write becomes more meaningful night after night… just begins with a simple thought.

Mont Blanc ~ Lines Written in the Vale

Mont Blanc: Lines Written in the Vale of Chamouni by Percy Bysshe Shelley

“Mont Blanc yet gleams on high:—the power is there, 
The still and solemn power of many sights, 
And many sounds, and much of life and death. 
In the calm darkness of the moonless nights, 
In the lone glare of day, the snows descend 
Upon that Mountain; none beholds them there, 
Nor when the flakes burn in the sinking sun, 
Or the star-beams dart through them. Winds contend 
Silently there, and heap the snow with breath 
Rapid and strong, but silently! Its home 
The voiceless lightning in these solitudes 
Keeps innocently, and like vapour broods 
Over the snow. The secret Strength of things 
Which governs thought, and to the infinite dome 
Of Heaven is as a law, inhabits thee! 
And what were thou, and earth, and stars, and sea, 
If to the human mind’s imaginings 
Silence and solitude were vacancy.”

Mont Blanc: Lines Written in the Vale of Chamouni, Verse V

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

About the Author

The life and works of Percy Bysshe Shelley exemplify Romanticism in both its extremes of joyous ecstasy and brooding despair. The major themes are there in Shelley’s dramatic if short life and in his works, enigmatic, inspiring, and lasting: the restlessness and brooding and the rebellion…

Monmartre Streets

The people here seem hopeful they can achieve a more just society and that they might be able to lead the way and become an example for the French people.

There we saw with the “yellow vests” who also spoke about inspiring people; to be heard and demand better rights for the people.

For now, however, everyone is holding their breath — there’s lots of suspense — people just don’t know what will happen. It’s a peaceful protest from what we could see.

I think they just want to be heard.

Made in Belgium

During the Belgian revolution of 1830 and the period of mutiny afterwards (1830-1839) the family BOCH had already acquired a long tradition in the field of faience and a lot of strategic experience in anticipating politic and economic developments.

Around 1874, due to the passionate interest of collectors of old faience pieces, Victor BOCH hires Dutchman from Maastricht, some already experienced after years of work in Delft. These Dutch faience painters brought their knowledge, experience and skills.

Thanks to their collaboration the old working methods were applied on different clay than the potters in Delft.

A period of reproduction of decors is followed by a period of innovation, among others with the polychrome decors on white background, or bleu, green or black, and afterwards new decors.

Luxury faience is decorated with Delft decors, and becomes a speciality of the “Manufacture” in a division named “la Chambre des peintres hollandais” (the Holland painter’s chamber).

These pieced each with a hand painted signature of the interlaced letters “B, F, K“ (Boch frères Keramis) on the bottom of the pieces.

These artistic products in Delft style are hand painted, instead of being decorated with a usual printed decor.

 

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Art Carved

What is the condition that distinguishes us from animal, plant and from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death.

Every human story is a life written and represented; and from there we exist. There are the experiences where we feel real emotion; just as I know emotion is not a fictional pseudonym.

We seek to dream and dream about the things we seek; of a spiritual reality and a destiny greater than the merely mortal.

What are those things that are more than merely mortal? The author with a prose; the lecturer with an intended set of temporal actions to achieve an objective, the painter with oil and canvas; to that, it is their life, of their work and to its end is their purpose.

Reflecting about what we see and what it

creates within us is what gives us self worth; an appreciation for the things that surround us.

Maybe it allows us to inspired, to be motivated. Could it be that dependence on the sense of this desire of fulfilment is what gives us this sense of value to our life?

Is it this philosophy or is the aesthetics that answers the questions to these principles that gives beauty to these arts; to writing, to critical thinking, to language, thought, the appreciation of an old Dutch painting; and perhaps even to an angel face carved in wood from the 18th Century.

Me and Jim found him in a market together near the Louvre.

I don’t maybe, but I think things like this old Wood face is the aesthetics; in the beautiful philosophy when I look into the face of an art carved angel.

Le Voyage

Bonjour!

I have always loved to travel. Sometimes it’s risky leaving home, going on an adventure to another country, then going through customs and then border patrols.

Those are times when we share new loves and new conversations talking about settling somewhere new. What if”s are fun… refreshing. Perhaps looking for a job or even a new house anyone knows that it is risky. But, I think sometimes the heart overtakes reason and you just want to hit the road.

We are on our way to Paris, just for a few days. Taking the ferry from Dover to Calais. We’re diving with doggies and it’s only for a few days. They even have their own passports.

Maybe we don’t get paid when to travel, but the return is priceless; it’s healing for the soul; it’s a breath of life, energy and refreshing to the mind and body.

And nevertheless; Luckily, when I return home I will be starting a new job soon. I’ll be ready to come back to work. I don’t mind because I love to experience new places and people.

Anyway, travelling is a high for me. I think to some it can be so overwhelming when it’s on demand rather than inspired.  Like when it’s for work rather than pleasure.

Taking a spontaneous journey requires passion, believing in yourself and your partner. A journey is about creating a believable story, despite timing setbacks, and enduring to understand a different language. I’m attempting to learn French. The doggies understand it better than I do!

Travel takes fortitude. Then you have to write about it and photograph it and publish your experience.

So we share the joy of the road; Jim and I, we travel with our chihuahua’s; Boubou and Daisy. They are lovely companions; against all odds and despite all; I love this view from the road with them.

Although, I don’t think I go alone or even complete a thought on paper without them.

Travel requires learning the craft of road and the motion of thought and all that goes with the journey. But then, I always look forward going back home and to work so we can hit the road again next summer.

Au revoir…until we meet again.