A Brittany Bouquet With Reflections . . .

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Why post a picture of of a bright bouquet ? Well, just because. But maybe it was someone's birthday very recently. Or maybe it is someone's wedding anniversary tomorrow. Or maybe... just because life should always be brightly lit by flaming pink bouquets. These flowers cut from the garden outside were seen in a house in Brittany a few days ago. My mother-in-law's to be precise. At 85 she still takes pleasure in gardening and arranging her bright bouquets.
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And for once am getting in relatively early to James Weekend Reflections, with this shot in very old glass in Brittany, in the town of Treguier. I love how the warped surface distorts the shutters and gutter of the house across the street. "Life is but a dream..."
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A few days after the black and white shots were taken shown two posts back, we went back on a much sunnier day to see the house between the rocks in a different light, and caught a bit of a reflection in the pond as well. As you can see the ocean is just behind the rocks and house. Apparently a few years ago during a storm a large wave washed over the property, submerging the car. A precarious place to live.
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