Sunday, July 03, 2022

A Moment in Time

For the past six months, I’ve taken a picture on the last day of each month of the bridge and river on my way home from a walk or run. 
Sunny January but the trees that aren't conifers are bare

February things began to sprout

March and the mountains start to look green

April going out like a lion with rain

In May the river was lined with flowers

This is a sad June picture, overcast and the water severely down,
 but some rain is predicted this week

This last picture is the view from the bridge, back toward where I usually shoot the picture. The road isn't really visible, but you can see the cemetery that borders the road. 

On July 2, I was walking across the bridge and caught this fisherman in action. 

I won't get to take pictures on the last day of the month for the next few months. We're headed back to the States to spend some time with Mom and Dad. Dad is freshly out of the hospital and we have no reason not to go help out, except that we may miss some parties, and even I'm not that selfish. 
Hopefully, we'll get to enjoy the summer fêtes in France next year. 
This year though, we'll get to enjoy August in Florida. 


Kiwi said...

I always enjoy "tme exposure" sets like these, taken of roughly the same area in different months or years. And there is something so civilized and comforting about living in a place where "a river runs through it."
You are a good daughter to be helping out for so many weeks with your parents. Hope you get to treat yourselves to all the foods and experiences you may miss in the U.S.
Safe travels.

Paulita said...

Kiwi, Thanks for reading. Although I don't blog much any more, I always look forward to your comments.

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