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Mais où sont les neiges d'antan? -- 01/05/11 |
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As noted up there between the Holidailies 2010 logos, this is my 16th entry for this run of Holidailies -- and the final entry for this season. That's 16 out of 30 possible entries, so at least I managed to do slightly better than fifty-fifty. Mais où sont les neiges d'antan? is a line from a poem by François Villon (mid-fifteenth century French poet -- a favorite of mine, although I can only read him in translation) -- roughly translating as "But where are the snows of yesteryear?" That line popped into to my head early on Sunday morning when I looked outside at the snow remaining from our post-Christmas blizzard and the mist that filled the air. I just had to go out and take these pictures about fifteen or twenty minutes before dawn.
Once upon a time -- ah yes, in those days of yesteryear -- I used to fool around with photography, especially black and white. Oh, yeah, I went through many rolls of TRI-X back in those days. I would have totally flipped at the thought of the almost infinite number of pictures we can take now with our digital cameras Anyway, technically, I can say that these are pictures of the snows of yesteryear since I took the pictures in 2011 of snow that fell in 2010, right? And I had the thought of gathering some old pictures with snow settings and doing a snow photo theme entry -- les neiges d'antan -- but I simply do not have the time today to hunt down the various pictures (and, in most cases, have to scan them, etc.) so I will simply insert a snowfall photograph of yours truly, taken when I was about eleven months old (which regular readers may recognize as one I posted in an entry this past July).
A brief introduction.... (edited to update it from 2006) A brief introduction for anyone who wanders in here from the Holidailies site -- I'm a middle-aged (*cough* okay,
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