simple pleasures: arbre de la vie

Who can say more than this rich praise, that you alone are you?
— Shakespeare

in paris, on the metro, there are posters serving up poetry for commuters on their daily train rides in each of the cars. i’m captivated by these simple, extraordinary poems written by ordinary citizens of all ages, from 7 to 77. when i travel away from paris, the visual poetry of mountains + countryside moves me in the same way, the landscape is striking, the ancient architecture something to behold. i’ll be posting photos from my travels through the south of france here and on instagram, and i’m taking you along for the ride.