Bordeaux, France, taken on September 9, 2011
I was filming an amateurish and experimental short video with my good friend Yuehong and also taking random shots of her as the main character in different locations around Bordeaux. The video was meant to portray a melancholic atmosphere, and I think YH showed it perfectly here, with an air of sorrow, uncertainty, and a tint of hope. (See the original photo in colour.)
Update: Today is the 5th anniversary of this blog! I’ve had loads of fun running this daily blog over the past five years (though I didn’t always update every day) but I’ve decided to end the “daily” aspect of it here. I will keep the blog alive but will post perhaps only twice a week instead of once a day. Thanks for your continuous support!
Bordeaux, France, taken on January 1, 2011
When I lived in Bordeaux, I passed by a street where white discs were sticking out from the surrounding walls. I had been curious about them for the longest time and till now I don’t understand what they are. Maybe…it is just a peculiar piece of art?!
Saint-Émilion, France, taken on November 24, 2012
On the way to Saint-Émilion, I passed by what I could only assume was a vineyard where the grapes have already been harvested. Rather barren, if I may use this word to describe the scene, but so picturesque.
Bordeaux, France, taken on March 15, 2013
Is it OK if as soon as I saw the word for this week’s challenge, I thought of the ridiculously succulent and delicious medium-rare beef filets that I had at L’Entrecôte?! That restaurant is a legend in Bordeaux. If you don’t have to wait more than half an hour to get into the restaurant, you’re lucky. The beef filets are the main course, but the mysterious sauce is the signature of L’Entrecôte. Oh, and unlimited fries can’t hurt!
Bordeaux, France, taken on January 11, 2012
Fog has the power to transform an ordinary atmosphere into a trance-like scene. Waiting for the tram at the station in the afternoon, the blue sky has disappeared and became an invisible background, fused with the fog that showed no sign of retreat. The rails further down the tracks were barely visible. Were we waiting for a ghost train to arrive from the eleventh dimension, or have we been unknowingly swapped into Platform 9¾? (See the original photo in colour.)