A collection of nineteen-century French lockets. Holding on to memories that no longer have names. One has a locket of hair behind the image. Where do you keep your memories?
French antique broken detail on a frame, that reflects beauty to me.
Early nineteen century graffiti on a stone wall. The name of the person, "Voisin," also means, "neighbor," in French.
As I was eating my French croissant, I realized that it has the same look today as they did over a hundred years ago. Do good things need to change?
Turn of the century packets of mini black and white postcards of France.
A carved walnut wood frame, with worn silk upholstery, make up this nineteen-century, French antique chair. It sits disregarded at a second-hand store.
French antique cafe au lait bowl on a cotton hand towel waiting on a marble counter.
Old links painted new, hanging out over the old port of Marseilles.
Links that hold the past to the present, that connect you to me…Thank you for reading my blog, for encouraging me to take photos, to write, and share my world with you.
"We are shaped and fashioned by what we love." Saint Augustin. I love old things…I wonder what that means?
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