beurremouche

/ˈbjʊər/  | muʃ |

that’s the literal translation in french for butterfly but that doesn’t go too well with the little frenchie:
the stream-side beauty insists on papillon.

another view of France

no anger, no nationalism, no blood, no politics, no religion, no patriotism, no violence, no fear.
just fields.

stereotypes show us the Eiffel tower, baguettes, people with bad teeth, cheese and quite attractive women in mini-skirts and while all those can be rightly considered symbols of this nation, there’s of course a lot more to it than that. France, just like many other countries is primarily agricultural, take a flight over the country and almost all you’ll see are fields. real nature can be found here and there but man’s intervention dominates the landscape but that doesn’t necessarily mean that its unattractive. more than mere symbols of the need for food and commerce, they’re a strong reminder of the ones who created them.

this place is just around the corner but it could be anywhere. all these fields seem to convey the same feeling; one of peace and quiet, of serenity and timelessness and contemplation. these fields occasionally get washed out by storms, hail and even fire but they always grow back and so will those who made and loved and tended them for its their home and homes occasionally need to be rebuilt.

France m.fauvet-TLC 14-11-15