I spent a month in Paris and I hardly dare say it, so hear this in a just audible whisper... I was not very inspired. That feels just wrong to say! Paris, the city of my dreams; the experience that changed my life seven years ago; the place, food, language and style I long for when life becomes quiet. How could being there not touch every corner of my being? It baffled me.
Then time came to pack up and head to the countryside again. I'm supposed to be in Europe photographing farms, but I know that I haven't come to the right place. This isn't the kind of farm that I was hoping for. But I'm on a journey and if I've learned one thing over the years, it's this: listen and pay attention. So today I walked into the woods with a new friend and photographer. She wanted to show me a house in the woods,
ma maison
, she calls it.