The Devil Is In The Details

I speak several languages, and unfortunately, I am bound to make mistakes in almost all of them, no matter how fluent I am. On top of that, punctuation positions can be different unbeknownst to us. For example, where you place a question mark after a word in English is not the same in French. It comes right after the word in English, while in French, you need a space between the two. I also wrote in French on my US computer and keyboard, prompting auto-correction of words that did not need it and that I did not catch. When proofreading a manuscript, these tiny mistakes are tedious to rectify but necessary. I often find "mistakes" when I read a text, and I do not want my readers to wonder how I could miss some in my book.

After months of corrections, the book is finally ready and is available for sale. Hopefully, we caught most of the errors, and very few, if any, remain.

Nymphaeales

From the dawn of civilization
Thought to be the womb of gods
Or the seeds of resurrection
We marvel at your ancient pods

Quintessential floating beauties
Dazzling by your colors
And your oversized peltate leaves
You inspired many painters

Travel

There are no greater riches than the memories you gather while roaming the world.

'Tis the season

This magical moment of the year

When trees forego their greenery

For a fantastic array of fiery shades

Soon they will cry golden tears 

And for a few months, resignedly, 

Wear a coat of pearly white flakes.

The Shopper

I do not do a lot of "street photography" because I am not comfortable taking pictures of people without them knowing. It feels like an invasion of privacy. But once in a while, I see something that I have to capture. I loved this lady hurrying passed me and crossing the red shadow from the store window lights.