In the midst of the move, there were many special moments. Sitting in the living room on Columbus Street with my friend Dorian; I asked him if there was anything he wanted? He surprised me when he said: "You choose something that makes you think of our friendship!" I ended up giving him a long-vertical angel poster and a professional photo of myself that had been taken eons ago and given to my parents.
As we talked more. I remembered that the first time I met Dorian was when he came to the opening of my "Window on the Lot" photo exhibit at a friend's coffee shop near the corner of Canal and Carrollton It was a few years before I purchased the Chatette.
Then, the perfect gift hit me.
I could have given him a set of photos and the essay I'd written to accompany them from the night of the exhibit. The only thing was that I had to wait till my return.
So, voila...over some of the next days, I will share the photos and accompanying words with you and as my real "gift" to Dorian from that May we met in the late 90's.
Here's a little tease to get us started:
WINDOW ON THE LOT-(La Fenetre sur le Lot)
Laury Bourgeois, Fall 1997
I used to think I was a city girl. I've always loved Paris. I have seen it in all seasons. I know that there is color there, but the Paris of my heart is a series of Robert Doisneau photographs set to the tune of La Vie en Rose. The lovers were always in love. They always kissed and touched. Life and love survived in a simpler time. My eyes chose to see and my heart chose to feel only the blacks and whites and shades of gray. I was once told you could find your heart in Paris. I did. It led me to my soul-le Lot. When I think of le Lot, I see only color. I can't remember a color so crisp or a life so alive as that which I first saw standing in front of my window on le Lot. The sky was clear. The air smelled fresh and the sun always shown in my mind's eye.
Stand with me in front of my window on le Lot-Happy Friday!
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