of magic


the magic hour in the city of lights

I realized this morning that it was time for a new background image on my monitor – something colorful –not black and white– but not yet the greens of spring and sunshine… I landed on the dusky blues penetrated by oblongs of warmth: the magic hour in Paris! Those curlicues of streetlamp and balcony ironwork are the stuff I’ve been waiting to see since I read (looked at) all those whimsical, wonderfully illustrated children’s books from the sixties and seventies.
(Oh, and while I’m noticing- it rather resembles that image of Amsterdam, doesn’t it?)
What a complete pleasure. To see them once, then to see them again at my leisure. Life can be sweet.

It’s usually the little things…

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