Paris Mornings

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I know what it feels like to be up early in the morning, the way the buildings are colder and stronger, the way the steam dances out of the street and off the chimneys of roofs so pure and innocent, untouched by the pollution of the day’s bullshit and congestion. I love that peaceful handoff, the glowing clock of night dimmed and sleepy passing on time to the sunrise of day. The bar flies finishing the last swig of beer, drunkenly caught between yesterday and today, already smelling of tomorrow’s disasters, hazily lost in this seamless transition that has been happening for an eternity. How small we are. How worried we get around the details of our seconds and the price of the ground we stand on. Just look at the sunrise and you will feel like one lucky soul in a moment that is already gone, floating on a place we call earth, that little blue dot among a whole universe of wonder…

  • Grace

    I love how you’ve described this day break. I know exactly what you mean.

  • tiempos suaves


    Temporality, light and the meditative experience make the ground and flow of movement in art. Your work gives me that sense. Thank you

  • Perfect description and such inspiration to get out there and travel

  • Love this.

  • Amazing! The photo and the writing together captures that stillness of sunrise so perfectly I felt like I was standing on a rooftop in the morning breeze.

  • Tarragona IN

    Great picture, but even better your words 🙂

  • absolutely beautiful words jamie, they gave me the goosebumps.

  • Lauren Bissell

    I recently moved back to the US from Paris and am missing it like crazy! Love how you have captured the magic of Paris with this photograph.

    I would be so flattered if you would also check out my blog, It’s all about how to balance modern-day life for the modern woman, and do it in style!!! thanks and great post 🙂

  • MonicaLShulman

    Visual and written poetry.

  • Naomi

    Beautiful. Thank you for sharing. I almost feel like I’m there…