This mami has worked in the garden everyday of her life, which is probably why she is still doing it today.
The French for a herd is troupeau. This herd are in for a painful landing.
The electric lines reminded me of sheet music as I listened to the jazz festival in the valley. The birds creating notes of an ever-changing melody.
When the sheep shearer comes from Paris, beware of the results.
The Gascon landscape like a quilt on a bed. Pillows for the Pyrenees. Sleep tight, mes amis.
Inspired by the Jazz festival in Marciac, home to a great festival each August and to hundreds of duck farmers all year round.
Reproduced as giclée print in various sizes, some with mounts. Also available on large-format canvas, as well as greeting card.
These wild boar use the hunters' lookout to see if the coast is clear.
This mami has worked in the garden everyday of her life, which is probably why she is still doing it today.
