Being thrifty in lean times...

means Netflix on demand, dumplings from the corner Chinese place, porkslap cans of beer, trips to the cobbler, long hair and thrift stores...who am I kidding. I always like thrift stores. These are from September in Wallingford, Connecticut.

Hotels, a quick sketch

I am inspired by Eugene Atget lately, and his work with buildings and hotels.

Mistietoe or Grave Blankets?

Spotted this in Greenpoint yesterday. There is barely time to get into the misspelled "mistietoe" because you have to spend so much time wondering what a grave blanket is and why you would want one.

archives: Memom and Bepop

Here are my grandparents getting a boat ready, I would say in the late 60's or early 70's. I love this picture; the lines of the dock, and the boat, and her arm - it's very well composed. Family snapshots like this one were the ones that didn't make it into the album, but then a grandaughter who wasn't born when this was taken finds it in a box and tucks it into her sketchbook to take home. I like to remember.

Chez Mamina

A persons' home is a window into their mind, their way of looking at the world, and their traditions. This home in Dunkerque, France conveys grace, a life-long love affair with art and a very close family.

street at night, Dunkerque, France

click on these to see them bigger and check out the pattern in the sidewalk. I very much enjoy the attention to detail that some European cities employ. Dunkerque is in the very north of France, a region that was hit hard by the Luftwaffe in WW2 and had to do a lot of re-building.

backlit in Paris

Locks of Love on the Seine

on the bridges in Paris, lovers come and pledge their love by attaching a padlock to the bridge and throwing the key into the Seine. These locks were on the footbridge, called Passerelle Leopold-Sedar Senghor from the Musee D'Orsay to the Tuilleries last week.

les chevaux et les jumelles

Katixa and Alaia
I feel so blessed to have spent a month in France (with a visit or two to Spain), I can't even really believe it. We just returned last night. I will be updating/changing my real website, ewarfield.com to a more cohesive and simple format in the next few weeks as well as going through the 1000+ images I took in October, both digital and film. I don't feel odd to return, and didn't miss New York at all either. Maybe as long as you are with people you want to be with and have something to do, it doesn't matter where you are. It doesn't hurt that France has a attitude towards food I can really wrap my mind around, where not a day goes by without good butter, cheese, saucisson, fruit and vegetables and most importantly, bread.

The horses are Pottok, wild horses native to the Pryenees. They wander where they may and one night showed up after dinner on the lawn at Baptistes' brother Manechs' house in Sare. I was honored to have met them, in fact we ran into these guys quite a bit. Can you imagine if there were wild horses wandering Brooklyn?