Without Shame or Fear

It would be so amazing for us to show our weaknesses and also show how we don't crumple beneath them, that we can face them, deal with them and learn to live along side them without shame or fear.

Les Flâneur - Week Seven | Fear

Fear. Some time ago, in a safe space, fear, as I knew it to be at that moment, was placed it in a box. The metaphorical box was locked and wrapped in enchantments. The key and spells to release in my possession. That next year was spent with a newly minted no-fear attitude. I began to learn about real joy and contentment. It was an amazing lesson and opportunity offered to me which I am grateful I embraced.

Since then, new fears crop up and are faced, one at a time. Confronted for what they really are, and then packed up to continue on with me or left where they were discovered. Releasing fear, seeing it for its reality, have been life altering. I know I will spend my life doing the same, recognizing, confronting and deciding how to move forward.

Despite fear of writing and allowing others to read the (my) words, I’m here, in this space, writing, struggling with letting the words flow. Will they be in the right order? Will they make sense once they are out of my head in black and white? Will they be judged worthy? My guess is, sometimes yes, sometimes no. Despite my life-long love of photography, I’m here, sharing, exposing myself as it were. Hoping others will see a glimpse of my vision.

The vulnerability of allowing others in on this level, daunting. Nevertheless, I am here. Ready for it, whatever it is.













Flâneur, from the French noun flâneur, means "stroller", "lounger", "saunterer", or "loafer". Flânerie is the act of strolling, with all of its accompanying associations. A near-synonym is 'boulevardier'.

Les Flâneur - Week Six | Loss

Loss, embodied for me in morning fog. I often wonder the why and the how this became mournful to me. The quiet, the cool, the mist which accompanies the rolling in and the settling around. The immediateness, the fully encompassing suspicion of what may lurk within.

In this time of impending and inevitable loss, reimagining the meaning has become, is becoming a must, a need, a headlong rush. Discovery, fear wrangling and acceptance are the short list.

The why and the how may never be available. Becoming lifelong companions with unknowing seems the best course. Walking the walk through the fog, grasping hands for support while reciprocating the same. Together, patiently waiting for the lift, the breath, the relief which comes with the sun’s full rise. Knowing the sun’s warmth is on its way eases, but does not fully remove the chill of now.

These are the pursuits.












Flâneur, from the French noun flâneur, means "stroller", "lounger", "saunterer", or "loafer". Flânerie is the act of strolling, with all of its accompanying associations. A near-synonym is 'boulevardier'.

Les Flâneur - Week Four | Gift

Morning, its the gift I give myself at every opportunity.

I am and have been a morning person for as long as I can recall. The luxury of sleeping in feels like wasted time to me. A night owl, not me. Give me the morning and all the possibility it harbors.

I feel the most alive during this time. The most energetic. The most real, for lack of better words.








Flâneur, from the French noun flâneur, means "stroller", "lounger", "saunterer", or "loafer". Flânerie is the act of strolling, with all of its accompanying associations. A near-synonym is 'boulevardier'.