Waking up in Paris

I have been in Europe for 5 days now. It has been like coming home - drinking fresh coffee, walking all over, looking at so much art, watching people, watching life parade by and photographing everything and nothing at the same time. Does it matter? I always wished this could be my life somehow and then now it is, and it feels so natural, but I know it will end. Already, the mounds of cat hair under my bed and the stacks of unread mail on the kitchen table do not matter. This is life. This is living. Breathing and walking and seeing and thinking and dreaming. Do my feet need to touch the ground?

beautiful weeds

I just love the moment when the dandelions cover all the grass by the lake in Chicago. They are just such pretty and simple flowers, that we forget about them. I know they are a weed, but what a beautiful weed. I got down on their level and shot the budding dandelions with this new crazy macro lens that I have. What a great view from down there!