I love books and I love art. Fortunately, almost all of my beautiful art books were on high enough shelves during Hurricane Katrina to survive. Some favorites came to France with me, but most were gifted to family and friends who I knew would love them and enjoy them as much as I did.
I brought very little back from France. I'd made up my mind that I would make do with whatever I had at my parents' and have no expectations of returns. Imagine my surprise when my brother Tom asked if I would like to have my art books back. I thought about it some...remembering how they carry me to times and places I love, even if seen through the eyes and hearts of others. Just seeing them on the shelf makes me feel good. They swirl a very positive energy through our place that needs all the positive energy it can get these days. Now, we are working on it together-petit à petit..
I leave you with a shot of my brother Tom, hanging on the words of an old friend of his who could become a new friend of mine...more on that tomorrow!
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