Beauty is everywhere waiting to be captured
“Just answer her!” Hissed Lady Abigail who was clearly at the end of her rope with all this missing GarGar business. She was waiting for the stranger to perjure himself, to claim that he was the lost comte des Deux Chats. At which point, he would be executed or locked away forever, thus ending, if not the entire saga, then at least a chapter.
“Ever since I returned, I’ve been treated like a stranger. I’m tired of it. I’m GarGar, le comte des Deux Chats. There! I said it! I hope you’re happy!”
I was born at the American Hospital in Neuilly-sur-Seine, France. I find inspiration in the lives of so many people from Joan of Arc to Oscar Wilde. While my primary avocation is photography, I also enjoy philosophy, theology and most of all, history. My beloved wife, Robin Anne Smith, who passed away in 2013 is an inspiration to me. My beloved partner, Dana is also a great support and inspiration to me. I'd be remiss if I did not mention my cats: Maxwell, Nigel, Pirouette and GarGar. View more posts
Beautiful Photographs
Oh dear! Will he lose his head? Will she lose hers? And where is my head anyway?
I don’t know the answer to any of your questions! I’m still hunting for my own! LOL
They’re probably all hibernating for winter. 🤷♀️