sweet call of the countryside

around the time of my twenty-sixth birthday i went to paris. what follows is the first bit of evidence that i may have missed my calling as a travel photographer.

















its such a nice day today, i may drive to the cloisters and sit in the grass. i actually have an urge (it comes from pms, i am smart enough now to know this) to get in my car and drive to the actual country and just set up and play like i'm not failing on any obligations i have elsewhere. wouldn't that be pie! sunshine take away my bad mood!