oddities & obsessions

caught

in a 

hypnotic spell

reminiscent

of a 

secret dream

blindsided by infatuation

their romance sped through winter

then, as the oleanders began to bloom

so too

the painful truths

Paris in the winter time has a special sort of beauty.

Paris on a winter’s day…

riding on the metro…

Our metro stop while staying in Montmarte… Lamarck Caulaincourt

I love Paris architecture.

Paris last summer…some of the many steps in Montmartre.

I’ve been re-editing some of my Paris pics from last summer. I’m finding that many of them are better suited to black and white. And it’s making me feel (almost) as if I’ve gone back to Paris again :)

dear, oh, dear

let us stop here

there is a magic place

now, set me free

again

A magic place…