summer break’s over, it’s good to be back !

this nameless toadstool was hiding out on top of a log that had fallen, suspended over a wee brook i recently discovered in la Montagne Noire in Aude, France. it’s a gorgeous area that draws me back, the kind of order i’ll mindlessly obey.

light levels where very low, combine that with my super-wide angle 7.5mm 180° lens that has its own particular sense of colour rendition/image resolution, the image distortion expected from this type of lens and we get this lovely fungi in a somewhat painterly interpretation.

the pink and purple hues are as close to what my mind’s eye remembers: absolutely stunning.

Poisson d’Avril *

French Origins of April Fools Day*
Although the origins of April Fools is obscure and debated, the most widely accepted explanation actually credits the “holiday” as starting in France. The most popular theory about the origin of April Fool’s Day involves the French calendar reform of the sixteenth century.

The theory goes like this: In 1564 King Charles XIV of France reformed the calendar, moving the start of the year from the end of March to January 1. However, in a time without trains, a reliable post system or the internet, news often traveled slow and the uneducated, lower class people in rural France were the last to hear of and accept the new calendar. Those who failed to keep up with the change or who stubbornly clung to the old calendar system and continued to celebrate the New Year during the week that fell between March 25th and April 1st, had jokes played on them. Pranksters would surreptitiously stick paper fish to their backs. The victims of this prank were thus called Poisson d’Avril, or April Fish—which, to this day, remains the French term for April Fools—and so the tradition was born.

enough with that… here’s one of my favourite places.
off camera to my right and down the slope there’s a gorgeous wee stream with plenty of lovely little brown trout surrounded by all sorts of flowers and bees, caddis, ticks (ughhh) and at least two local roe deer.

behind me there’s la Montagne Noire, a quick 15min. drive from home and escape from civilisation with a lot more of the same but everywhere’s a little bit different, just enough to make each area worth visiting over and over again over the different seasons.

straight ahead across the valley, a more ‘serious’ mountain range, the Pyrenees, the natural border that separates France from Spain. the other playground, the one that would take several lifetimes to discover without seeing all of it.

i like it here, i think i’ll come back tomorrow.

quote source

“Go on, I got your 6”

he didn’t actually say it but it was implied by his stature and presence. his good mojo helped me catch three gorgeous jewel-like brown trout in the tiny mountain brook not five metres behind me but the best part was a comment from a lady that walked by as i was taking his photo; “This one’s funny, it looks just like my husband’s…….. “  and walked away hands over mouth with what i thought i saw as a little blush.

a nice, vibrating little chance encounter that changed the tone to the outing for the rest of the afternoon. nice.

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