At home we made some very nice pin hole cameras of different sizes and specifications. Here’s one.
And here is an image that one of our cameras made. Not bad for 20 min of work! Apparently Maine will have a full eclipse in 2024! By then Liam will be 17, and Reid will be 14. Yikes!
Our last day in Paris, we finally took a break from pedaling (have I mentioned the oh-so-civilized public bike system in Paris–Vélib!) and walked around the center of the city. What a place to wander!
Thanks to my parents for a really wonderful week!
On the flight out, I enjoyed reading To Capture What We Cannot Keep, a fun novel set around the building of the Eiffel Tower. When I lived in Paris in 1996, I was way up on Montmartre and rarely made it over to Eiffel’s side of the city.
On this visit, we enjoyed an afternoon walk to Trocadero where the structure, once disparagingly referred to as the metal asparagus, wowed us and a whole crowd of visitors.
One pleasure of the crowd watching throughout the whole trip was noticing a clear demographic shift since 1996–way, way more people of color, both residents and visitors. It was such a treat to be back!
Mom and Dad generously invited me along to visit Paris for a week this August. We had such a good time biking and walking all over the city, visiting the Picasso and Orsay museums, being wowed by architecture all over the city, savoring French flavors, and enjoying the pace of life which includes lots of sitting, whether on park benches, those classic green metal chairs, or in cafés.
A random collection of shots from this beautiful Maine summer. Liam attended a soccer camp he loved (sadly no photos), Reid ran track, I painted walls and got us out to pick endless quarts of berries, and Tim (with generous help from Topher) built a tree house. We also moved back into our wonderful home!
And we adults did manage some desk work. Liam and Reid had their picture published in The Washington Post (not the shot above, but one similar). It accompanied an essay I wrote about our family’s year in graphic novels. I also recently had an essay published in Slate about how Monteverde turned me on to climate activism.
For my 41st birthday, we hitched our bikes to the car and went north to King’s Landing, a living history museum in New Brunswick. We wove straw, made fishing nets, played school, attended an Irish wake, visited a couple of mills, and had a great day exploring.