Camping, Great Sand Dunes. Mosca, Colorado.

Visiting Flint, January 2013.

Thank you America for your Fried pickles! Soda fountains! Belt buckles!

A trip to Estes Park to witness paranormal activity at The Stanley Hotel.

Things that are round, for eight hundred.

Yesterday I picked up eight rolls of film that I had been carrying around for three years. I anticipated countless gems, but what came back wasn't that magical. It was so strange to see faces that I hadn't thought of and places I barely remembered being.

In Cluny. An old abbaye, sunshine.

My friend gave us this tidbit. When the abbaye fell into financial decline, parts of the abbaye were used to build the houses in Cluny town.

When I spent a week in the back seat of a car.

I dare you to be cuter le trente sept mètres carrés.

(pictures taken when Paris was trying to have a summertime and later failed.)

Cassis, a good place to be.