Over the summer in France, I noticed the most unusual scene in one of the preserved Medieval towns. An unkept garden grew behind crumbling stone walls and an ancient, distorted window, which was missing one of the windowpanes. I was very pleased with the turnout.

Ahhh, Europe... Where else will you find home-made loaves of bread cooling on the window sill?

I loved the old-fashioned lantern hanging from the street corner. It reminds me of a book my father wrote about a mysterious lamplighter who confided to two sisters about a hidden world inside the candle-lit lanterns. If you'd like a copy, you know who to ask.

Dane and I went camping for the spring break two years ago. This is a beautiful memory caught on film.