Le Chat Noir.
Photograph of a photographing.
The rooftop view from my studio.
The flowers are sweeter when you stop and appreciate them.
Every art piece has a story to tell.
The fallen warriors of wine.
There is a story behind this photo. The man in the background, playing the violin was simply amazing and playing as thought he was performing for the Queen of England but all the tourist were just walking past him, not noticing but seamlessly walking to beat of music. I stopped, smiled and watched. Something was magical about the music and I had never seen him before in the area. Then I felt someone brush by me, a little brush and that boy in the photo went straight up to the man and started swaying back and forth. That is when the man looked up for the first time since I was standing there and this moment just passed by. A simple magical moment where the man was playing his soul for his little fan. Of course my camera was in my hands and without thinking I took a photo. When I put my camera down, I noticed the man was now looking at me and the boy was putting a few euros in his case. I smiled at the man and nodded my head, my silent applause. I did not notice till after I had imported my photos that the man was looking directly at me when I took the photo. It made me smile. Sometimes magical moments like this are simply meant to be shared. People are meant to be appreciated and a swaying little boy and a smile from a stranger go a long way.
The artist square.
The grape vines of the 18ème.