It’s Paul Cezanne’s birthday, but who cares? I’ve got two dear friends who I’m sure are celebrating in style today!
First up: Burke. His wit is razor-sharp and among other things, B has introduced me to Austin, Texas (one seriously awesome city) and Celine Dion’s Let’s Talk About Love: A Journey to the End of Taste (enough said). This photo was taken on the shores of Greenport Long Island, dark & stormy in hand. And E, who I’m sure is this blog’s most faithful follower. Even in the age of Google Analytics: there are some days I’m convinced no one’s reading this, but E always proves me wrong. I’m no Anthony DeCarlo, but I can guarantee this was the very first shot after she put on her wedding dress this past June.
Twilight at Morningside
sometimes it’s not about the photo.. it’s just about the memory of the moment it was taken.
Eunice
you are right, it was the first photo in the dress!!
Twilight at Morningside
It seems one of my readers does care that yesterday was Cezanne’s birthday. I mean no disrespect to the man who eased us from impressionism into cubism!
Excuse me now while I get nostalgic about my college days and my favorite art history classes.