We find boulders in the most beautiful places. In fields freshly ploughed. In forests radiant with color. In meadows scattered with purple clover.

We had just come from climbing and decided to stop here, just for fun. Frank immediately gets on a little problem. And another. And another. "Easy," he says. And I?

I lie down and take in the view.

So beautiful it hurts.

And of course, there are no directions to this little slab of limestone. Or, if pressed, I might say, "From X village/field/house drive X kilometers, turn right/left at X sign/house/building, park X meters, and walk across/to the left/to the right." If I like you enough, I might just show you where it is.

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Today we've been married six months! Happy October 13!

Currently listening to: Moon River by Audrey Hepburn and Henry Mancini and Cavatina from The Deer Hunter as performed by John Williams.

Random links:
◊ This website, Colette, has good French music.
◊ Blue Earth Alliance has some breath-taking photography.
◊ The world in only 7 pictures.
◊ Cute video of a hungry kitten.
◊ Those crazy climbers!
◊ Swiss Miss blogged about this book, photos of daily life of an old man. This is a book I'd get for myself.
◊ Ffffound! collects interesting photos on the web.
◊ This article is about changing the font used in highway signage.