Hot-footing it into Cajarc on Sunday morning, I saw a number of sights that I wanted to photograph.
I'm always in a quandry about whether to stop on the way in or the way out.
Knowing that I wouldn't be as loaded down as usual, I opted for on the way home.
I so enjoy the "art" of farming and its beauty.
Most times it can only be seen from special angles AND when you stop to enjoy it.
I also enjoy seeing the flow to life as old friends fade and fall; leaving sweet pink kisses on the road, sidewalk and walls.
I remember many bike rides from the early days of life here before Dali, Sammie Cat and I were full time French Girls.
I was always in a hurry on my bike. Even then, it was still a little more of a race than a way of life.
Looking back, I wonder what I missed.
Happy Tuesday!
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