I've been feeling a bit drained the last couple of days. I think I'm fighting off the cold that both William and Hubby are enjoying. Mostly what I wish I was doing was reading. I don't feel poorly enough to actually sit around and do nothing but read, but I sure wish I was. Sitting around reading that is. Not the feeling poorly part. That tends to backfire. Last time I was sick, it was with a migraine and I couldn't open my eyes much less read for two days. Ugh.
I did finish a lovely book about Paris tonight. Paris to the Moon by Adam Gopnik. So I thought I'd offer some "reading art" for your viewing pleasure. All photos from assorted Paris museums. You'll recognize the first artist, the others I'm not sure of. Next time I'm gonna save time and space on my memory cards for snapping photos of the descriptive plaques. Promise. Pinky Swear.
I have a particular fondness for paintings of people reading. I have a fondness for kitschy reading garden gnomes and reading faeries sculptures and reading figurines of any kind too. I have a reading witch, a reading turtle, a reading gnome, a reading faery, reading angels.... hmmm, I didn't realize I had a sort of collection going. I should go around the house and yard and count them some day.
This last one isn't a painting. Just a Paris street scene, in the Sorbonne area. I saw this woman reading and knew in an alternate life, that could be me. Of course, I've had many lovely reading moments of my very own. And of course there's no reason I can't have a Paris reading moment still. The future is open to possibilities.
Do you remember any particularly memorable reading moments in your life?