My theory is that people not only travel to experience Monet’s beautiful artistic and floral contributions, but that it is human nature to be drawn toward those who exude passion. We are fascinated and inspired by those who driven to express their message knowing they are making many sacrifices. Photographs of Monet’s Gardens do not begin to tell this story — being in the presence of his creations difficult to put into words.
On our final day, we had special permission to go into the gardens from 7-8am to paint or take photographs. It was a misty morning, yet beautiful and quiet. There is an area most people do not see that is beyond the small Japanese style bridge near the pond. It is a place where I chose to meditate and to try to process the previous week. I would have liked to have had more time back under the trees that morning because I was sill awestruck by everything.
After walking the entire gardens again, I walked to my favorite place — Monet’s pond.
Water lilies are “sun” flowers. What I mean is that they bloom only when the sun is out. Because it was early in the day and cloudy, they were just gradually opening.
After our early morning excursion, we went back to the Inn for breakfast and then a group critique. It is always fascinating to see the individual creativity of everyone, especially since we were handed the “same” subject matter. I received some helpful feedback regarding my field studies, and then we had the afternoon to ourselves. Packing was the first task at hand, but I could feel the magnet pulling again, so I returned to Monet’s Pond one more time. I loved being the quiet lone photographer amongst the crowds.
After packing it was group photo time, sharing our last meal together and partying! Before we had parted for France, I had learned that Elizabeth Mowry had had a significant birthday, so we conspired via email to give her a surprise party. She was very surprised and appreciative. Our hosts also enjoyed providing extra spirits to help with the celebration.
A fun time was had by all and it was a marvelous exclamation point to our trip to Giverny.
I was up the next morning at 5:30am (I am not familiar with that time of day!), to head off to the airport.
It was a bittersweet farewell to the Inn and to an experience and memories I can cherish for a lifetime.
Thank you for tagging along for the ride. Hopefully, you have enjoyed it and perhaps even felt a few passionate juices within you stir. Where will the next journey take us?
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