TREES

Hello !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
this is sister3's entry for tara's gallery week 50

The theme is "trees"

Will it....
Or will it not...
Fall on my nose...

Week 50...
In 50 years, when my daughter is watching this tree with her grand daughter, I won't be there anymore.
But this tree will, and he will remember how much love I have for her
Hope she will too, forever.

Stuck

If I told you I'd just given up on an attempt to walk from my office to my husband's, a hundred metre or so away, for lunch, would you believe me? Would you think I was a wus? I thought so. So here's a few pictures I took this morning on my way to work...

Stepping outside our home...

Expressions of madness

 

Kronos devouring one of his children

Francisco Goya

Painted on a wall of his house between 1819 and 1823.

Not exactly one of mine... I know. 

But the expression of murderous madness and fear that leads an old tyrant to tear his own children to pieces is so evocative of what's going on in Libya, that I could not resist.

I hope this isn't too tasteless...

This week's Gallery is all about children.
Lots of people posted pictures of beautiful, adorable babies and children.
But I think I've posted enough pics of my two here already. And as to pictures of us, the blogging sisters, you've already seen plenty.
So for this post, I'm asking you to spare a thought for children who are not beautiful or adorable: zombie children.

As the title says....


Oh, one last thing. If you liked this post, would you mind terribly clicking on the RSS feed, here, or the Google connect buttons (top left), or by email at the bottom of this page? And if you didn't like it, you might still want to look around. There's three of us, you know, so you're (almost) bound to find something you like. And then, if you've still got time, you could share this post or stumble it, or both and get in touch with your local tv station to sing our praises. We'll love you forever.

Wood and Water.

When we go to the Aegean coast we travel by train. Arriving back in the morning, I wake up and I see home. Gone are the olive trees, the pink laurels, the dark green hills and the deep blue sea. What I see outside the window is endless rounded hills, huge, smooth, yellow, and topped with the highest sky I have ever seen. That's when I know I'm home.

First daughters

 This is my entry for Tara's Gallery at Sticky Fingers. The theme this week is: Here come the girls!


These days and age, what with women keeping their own names and sometimes even passing them on to their children, family lineage is becoming harder to trace, and maybe a little less significant. Or another way of seeing it, is that it's becoming less interesting to men, but that other aspects of lineage are coming out more clearly.

FOOD ! this is my week

This is Sister 3's entry for week29 of Tara's Gallery at Sticky Fingers. The theme this week was: FOOD

THIS IS SO my week !

I mean, WE ARE FRENCH !!!!!!

And a quite obsessed with food...

Any kind...
Anyway, this is what you can find in the french streets, on sunday mornings, MARKET TIME

The way we smiled.

Having made promises and promises after last week, Sister 3 went and lost her internet connection and again cannot post. Very inconsiderate of her. So I decided to wade through old family photos to come up with a goodish fit for this week's Gallery theme: Smiles.


Here's my first:

My mother gave me a copy of this photo two years ago. This a picture of my grandmother, myself and tiny Sister3, smiling at each other across something that looks like a big square cake.

You'll have seen this one before if you looked at the About us page. There is a story behind those three very different smiles. Marianne wrote it down in a comment which I'll just copy and paste here.

OK, let the truth be told by, well, me, the "cool sister". The day that picture was taken, Sandrine wouldn't smile, so the photographer was trying to make her smile, he told jokes, made funny faces but nothing would work. Céline, who still hates being shot (with a camera, I mean, not that she would enjoy being shot at, OK, never mind) smiled the same smile, patiently waiting. I, on the other hand, couldn't stop laughing at the photographer's jokes and faces. So that he was simultaneously trying to cheer Sandrine up, making Céline's face move so that she wouldn't get cramps and get me to stop laughing, or at least, shaking. All this with our mother watching and probably secretly wishing to be somewhere else. Every picture has a story behind it, dudes.

 This is how Marianne smiles when not restrained by a mean photographer.

I still don't like it much, but I eventually had to learn how to smile for a photographer. I think I may have used up all my photo smiles on that day...

Oh, one last thing. If you liked this post, would you mind terribly clicking on the RSS feed, here, or the Google connect buttons (top left), or by email at the bottom of this page? And if you didn't like it, you might still want to look around. There's three of us, you know, so you're (almost) bound to find something you like. And then, if you've still got time, you could share this post or stumble it, or both and get in touch with your local tv station to sing our praises. We'll love you forever.

Celebrating the (not so good) wine.

This is my entry for Tara's Gallery at Sticky Fingers. The theme this week is celebration.

Sister 3 appears to have gone AWOL and I have sent her a stern email reminding of her duties. Hopefully she'll be back next week.

For a lot of people, celebration involves food. You cook a special meal, or go out to a restaurant. You allow yourself to eat dessert, have a glass of wine, swallow the contents of a chocolate box.

back to school

This is sister 3's entry for Tara's Gallery week 26. The theme is "back to school"







In France, you go to school from the age of 3.
It's "the maternelle"
You stay there 3 years
It is Roxanne's (Marianne's daughter) 1st year
You can read the adventure in Marianne's week end charter, a pair of shoes

sunnight

This is sister3's entrie for week 25 of Tara's gallery at Sticky Fingers.

The theme this week was " One day in August"

So, on Sunday, August 29 she wanted us to take a photo. Of anything, doesn't matter, you just had to take it on that day.






Let's face it : after Sunday, there's always a Monday !

Water

We've been working very hard this summer on getting Max to do some school related work, practising his reading and adding - he's nearly there. But of course, what child, autistic or otherwise wants to do school work during the summer holiday? So like all good parents, we have a bribe system. We made little cards with placeholders for five stickers. When he has all five, he can have a (small) gift of his choice. He tells us what he wants, and we draw it on the card. Past requests have included small cars, bubble mixture, colour pencils, etc.

More Waves

Because Tara from Sticky Fingers is on holiday this week Chelle from Chelle's Place has bravely decided to host a Pretend Gallery. The theme is water.  So, in continuation of last week's post, here are some more waves.

Making waves

This is my entry for Tara's Gallery over at Sticky Fingers. The theme this week is nature, and since I'll be on the beach when this goes up, I thought I'd give you a few pics from the Turkish seaside.

The beach we go to is shaded by Palm trees.

And this is...

This is Sister3's entry for this week's gallery at Sticky Fingers. The theme was - Can you see what it is yet?

Holidays

This is Sister 3's (late) contribution  for this week's Gallery over at Sticky Fingers. The theme is 'Holidays'.

Before, meaning six years ago, I used to think that a holiday snap had to be beautiful: a great landscape, a magnificent site. It had to be beautiful and ... impersonal.

Since then there is Nina, and my holiday albums are Nina albums.

Occasionally, you see a bit of landscape...

So this week's theme was problematic, because you see, I'm still not allowed to post pictures of Nina on the web.  Fortunately, leafing through my albums, I came across this photo I took on the Ile de Re last summer!

Oh, one last thing. If you liked this post, would you mind terribly clicking on the RSS feed, here, or the Google connect buttons (top left), or by email at the bottom of this page? And if you didn't like it, you might still want to look around. There's three of us, you know, so you're (almost) bound to find something you like. And then, if you've still got time, you could share this post or stumble it, or both and get in touch with your local tv station to sing our praises. We'll love you forever.

The Passions of the Soul

This is Sister 3's entry for the Gallery / Writing Workshop mash-up.
The theme is 'Emotions'.


Renee Descartes defined the six primitive passions as love, hatred, joy, desire wonder and sadness. Any other emotion, he said, is a combination of those six, of varying intensity. Although Descartes did not think emotions should be eradicated, he believed, like the Stoics, that emotions could be mistaken, just like perceptions, and if they were they ought to be cured.

So when the Princess of Bohemia, his philosophical correspondent on the topic of mind and body for over six years, contracted a low fever, Descartes blamed it on depression and recommended she read the Stoic Seneca, all the while reflecting on how much stronger the mind is than the body.
Surprisingly, it didn't go down all that well.

Here are Sister 3's interpretations of Descartes' Passions:

Fear

Max is afraid of dogs. Two years ago, we holidayed on the beach, near Izmir. Early mornings, I would grab a book, a cup of tea, and a camera and leave our room to lay on the sand just outside. Max would join me and play in the sand quietly. But some mornings, the owners' dog would be out too. He would be sleeping by the shade of a palm tree. Occasionally walking past. Max would see it and shriek, jump on me, or - if he felt he was close enough - run back to the room to be protected by his Daddy. If we met the dog in the day time, Max would instantly climb on his father's shoulders.

Motherhood

This is our entry for Tara's fabulous galleryat sticky fingers. The theme this week is Motherhood.
Please please, forgive the strange ways of speaking (writing) ! My sister Sandrine is not here to translate this week. This is why there will be much more pictures than text this week !

1944, my grand mother with her firstborn, my mum

Friendship

As you know, my English isn't always word-perfect.

It's fortunate that my big sister helps (the 'little one' Marianne is busy chasing up some nonsense or other for Thursday's writing workshop). It's fortunate because I could have gotten mixed up in my spelling for my first interpretation of the theme: