L is for Lavender

When I took a trip to Provence in France last November, I couldn't help but notice how the evenings were purple there. Here in Brooklyn, the sky can go on fire. Wild orange and red as the sun sets behind the East River and Manhattan. But in Provence, there was such an extraordinary haze of lavender at dusk. And I loved it. What color does the world turn where you are?

Small Streets, Tiny Windows

As I was looking through photographs from a trip to Provence last November, I found a rather interesting trend. In all of the towns we explored, Montaureux, Aix-En-Provence, Nice, Cannes, Avignon, Marseilles, I had taken numerous pictures of tiny, narrow streets. The sun creeping up one side and shadows, on the other, crawling down to the cobblestone path.

There is something I feel when I see a small street, a little room, slivers of windows, tables pressed together in charming village restaurants. It is intimate, comforting, dark, close. I always think to myself who goes there? They are always the kind of secrets I want to know...