Lunch at the Flore by Henri Coleman
Upon returning to Paris after a long absence, my friend and I decided to lunch at the famous Cafe Flore in St. Germain. As we were waiting to be served, I decided to snap a photo of elegant table setting. Dining is always such a pleasure in…
Watching from the Edge
I spent this morning trying to fix a loose hinge on my kitchen cabinet. It was a simple task, or so I thought, but I kept getting distracted by the way the wind was shaking the branches outside my window. I found myself just standing there,…
The Weight of Small Beginnings
In the quiet corners of a garden, or perhaps along the reedy edges of a forgotten pond, there is a particular kind of industry that goes entirely unnoticed. We are often preoccupied with the grand migrations, the sweeping changes of the seasons,…