Fougeres

Home west home to me. Where I was born, where I always seem to go back on each trip.

I had such a tight schedule that day, but still manage to go walk around on my old playground : The Castle and take photos .

Fougeres is a city full of charm, character and beauty!

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Diner: Moules Frites

Had a wonderful day today with the kids. Stopped by to buy some mussels and was going to make Moules Frites for diner. Love when I have all the kids together under one roof. A simple pleasure…yet one that I am grateful for all the time!

We had a fabulous time! Felt like home.

Sunset photos, kids and a hopeless Romantic at heart

I took a walk with the kids at sunset time in France. Sunset comes so late in Europe. 10:45pm was the latest sunset we saw there.

I originally just wanted to take some photos of the sunset…and the kids.

But during one of our night walk, I saw this old couple. They actually sat on “my bench”. It has been my bench since I am a little girl. I go sit there very often while home. I write there, I watch the boats coming in and out of the port. But that night I did not mind that someone else was sitting there. I was a witness of their love.

I followed them for a while and stand right behind them. He was looking at her in such a beautiful way, and she the same. In the course of their walk they hold hands, he took her by the waist, he kissed her softly…they were so cute together.

Here are the photos

 

Kids at the beach, In France

I love being there. Kids playing, having fun with the tide, fishing with the net…”epuisette”, and just enjoying life and quality time together.

It was so peaceful, it was incredible!

 

Many questions this morning…Why? why? why?

Today I was going over updates on my website at : http://www.katiasingletaryartandphotography.com/

I was going over the photos I have there, and it made me reflect on my photography, what I like to shoot, what my goals are, and why I am attracted to deep subject?

And then it made me wonder… why do I have so much desire ,to have made a difference, in someone’s life?

Why do I want to change the world so bad? It is a selfish thought?

Do I really believe that I , this very simple girl that I am, have the power to make a difference ?

Why do I think and believe so hard that words that I would say, something I would photograph, would give hope, faith, or even joy to another individual?

Why do I always believe the best in people? Why do I see them for what they can be,  where they can go, what they can achieve versus who they really are?

Why do I see the potential and want to help them reach that potential? Why I am always the cheerleader? Why do I feel the need to lift someones spirit? Why do I believe ? why do I want to believe even when I see them at their worst that they will change?

Why do my heart ache when people around me go through hard time, why this need to help all the time?

Why do I feel their pain when it is not mine? Why do I feel so much inside?

I know it is not for the gratification, or the recognition,  I don’t care for that, I never did.

Doesn’t that always lead to disappointment to be that way?  Lead to people taking advantage of you, lying to you  because you believe them. Doesn’t that lead to them taking you for granted, knowing you are always going to be there?

So the question this morning is really ” why I am like that?” “Why do I thrive on that?”

I know that, too often, I think that life should be fair, and I get upset when it is not…

Have I not learned after this journey of life that life never really is fair? Life is what you make it to be!

I know I am a dreamer, I want the world to be this perfect place. I am a very loyal person, but am I too loyal? And yet I am very grounded and accomplished.

I found the most simple answer, this morning…

Every night right before I fall asleep, I actually do ask myself ” What did I do today that made a difference in this world?”  and every night I want to be able to have an answer….It is simple as that!

This is me. What you see as always been what you get! I don’t want to change who I am…I actually like who I am, like the values I have ! Another reflective and growing week for me in my character.

I chose this photo of home, as I miss the ocean terribly this morning. I miss the smell of the water, the salt on my lips, the beauty of the sailboats, the sound of the boats, the tide…

The water, the ocean always brings back peace in my heart when it is in turmoil.

Namaste.

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Dinard, Bretagne

Ha Dinard…this magical little city where most people that live in Fougeres, my hometown, end up on a sunny weekend!

I went back there this summer, I was floated by memories: La pizzeria where the desert I would take as a kid was a “clown”, the gauffre (waffle) truck that still there.  I would get the best gauffre with nutella and Chantilly when we use to go as kids.

It was the first time I took my kids there, and for me it was at least 20 years since I set foot in this beautiful city.

Today as turned into an unexpected really busy day. Just when I think I have it all under control, life throw a curve at you!

I decided to take a break from homework, quizzes, studying. I wanted to edit at least one folder from France.

I am proud to be recognized on Saturday, and invited to a reception for making honors for last quarter again at school. And I just found out today that the class that I finished last week, I managed a A-.

Started 2 more classes economic and marketing last Sunday…9 more months until graduation!!!

My baptism in a Ultra Light Motorized, in Dinard, France.

I have incredible friends…My french best friend Stephanie and her husband Hugues gave me a baptism of ULM as a present.

I felt free up there, no door, no windows , no rules, just me and the quiet of the ULM, and the beautiful scenery. I love be able to bend down to the outside to shoot, it was magical!

Photos of me in the ULM were taken by my son Jason and by Hugues.

Saint Malo, Intra-Muros

Saint-Malo was very well know in the past for piracy.

We can see so many ancient houses, and buildings.

Saint-Malo at the time of the Moyen Age was still a  fortified island by the river “The Rance”.

St. Malo is, for the romantics out there, the setting of  the 11th century famous love story of Marie de France poem: Laustic,

Between 1490 and 1493, Saint-Malo had become an independent republic, taking the motto “not French, not Breton, but Malouins”.

One of my favorite city of the world…charming, full of history, the boats and the ocean, and this incredible wind…

La jolie ville de Nantes

What a beautiful city! We went everywhere, walked, shop, visited, took photos, and we finished the evening in a quaint Grecque restaurant, before heading to the milonga.

What a full day!

 

Girls at the beach

Girls are having such a great time at the beach…the water was not too cold for them! They were so so cute.