Ok. It's been far too long between blogs. I'm sorry. But, I've discovered a version of Photoshop that's rocking my world...Here are a few photos that I have doctored & edited from the last couple weeks. I spent a few afternoons at one of the 3 cemeteries here and also spent last Saturday at Versailles with Brandon, Liz (the Mexican from Las Vegas) and Liz's friend from Costa Rica.
Here's a few edited photos of Versailles (which is truly a stunning building!) All the gold (which I've toned down) is gold leaf. It's insane that it's literally all over in this palace.
The two photos above are of Marie-Antoinette's bedroom where there was a railing splitting the bed part of the room and the "viewing" part of the room. There were a few short padded benches (for kneeling, maybe?) and a sofa. This is where she gave birth, with an audience. Very odd.
This is the very very beautiful hall of mirrors. Windows to the courtyard on the left, mirrors on the right. I will post more later.
One of the many very beautifully painted ceilings...
The King's bed. Kinda foofy, I think. But hey, this was the era that liked foof.
A huge and very intense room, not exactly sure what it was for, but the ceiling was absolutely breathtaking. More photos will follow.
Again, not sure what this room was for, but there was green textured fabric on the walls, the curtains were the same material, or slightly different, there was faux marble on the woodwork, gold leaf and murals all over, with portraits of random people. Kinda intense.
Moi. Right after the Hall of Mirrors.
Brandon, right after the Hall of Mirrors, such a happy place apparently.
The following photos are of a cemetery called Passy, and is very close to the Eiffel Tower. Growing up, being used to "American" cemeteries where they're tucked neatly in the ground and a small(ish) headstone, it was really fascinating to wander through a cemetery like this. I began looking at the little things, where people would build shrines to be able to pray to a saint or Mary for their deceased loved one, but these shrines (or narrow buildings with an alter, kneeling chairs and a statue) have become forgotten, neglected and run down. Dead flowers in vases and dusty, dirty and broken crucifixes. Everyone seems to be eventually forgotten and life moves on. In a very weird way, it kinda feels like I've gotten closer to God by walking through this cemetery, seeing how people "do" death. There's just such sadness and though it's sad when someone whom we love dies, in and through Christ we live and there's joy in that: I have a hard time understanding that sadness. Here's some photos, not nearly as many as I have in my stash, and I might post more, but I hope you can kind of see where my mind was when I was photographing this unusual and oddly beautiful place.
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