Here’s to magical evenings.
I am always on the outside, trying to look inside, trying to find something that is true. But maybe nothing is really true. Except what’s out there. And what’s out there is constantly changing.
Nooks and crannies of Chateau Chenonceau.
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Happy birthday dad.
More wanderings at Château de Chenonceau; the fully sustainable farm and kitchen gardens.
I never took an interest in gardening until seeing this place.
The grounds of Château de Chenonceau is hands down one of the most magical places I have ever explored.
The sketchier the hike, the better the view.
Doing my best Parisian.
Oh hell yes.
More photos from the beautiful coast of France.
Normandy.
It’s been several years since I’ve visited Musee Rodin and I was relieved to see that its’ specialness remains intact. It is a place of paradox and great beauty, a serene temple tucked away on Paris’s left bank and filled with lovers and sinners fixed in hewn marble. It’s grandeur has long since toiled away and yet somehow times toils make this place more magical.
This is what I look like when my mind is blown.
You haven’t seen light, until you’ve seen Paris from the Seine, at sunset. Go forth my light seekers!
