We just got back from 3 days at Center Parcs, in the Northern half of France.
Those are vacation resorts built in heavily wooden areas, this specific one around a rather beautiful lake.
We grabbed a last minute reservation on the web for the higher level grade of accomodation. Still too pricey for what it is, but nice enough.
The place looks and feel exactly like a American gated complex : nice. Fake.
I’m not complaining though. If you can get over the vacation factory flavor, it’s as nice as it can be.
For an extra fee (*everthing* costs extra there), you can bring your pet. So Colt came along. Our sweet, sweet, dumb Dobe. I swear the depth of his stupidity never ceases to amaze me. He must be the dumbest dog ever born.
The little house was convenient, decently comfortable, and tidy.
With a nice little body of water at the back
Which Marla played at endlessly
But she spent most of her time swimming with her dad in the giant indoor pool complex, which I didn’t take any picture of, because water is crashing down from mulitples sources at any given time, and I didn’t want to ruin beloved camera. But take my word for it, she swam like mad and made huge progress…
And then there was… the lake.
Beautiful, serene, cool.
Alas, busy, too. Not overly crowded (modern humans would rather pile upon each other in a smelly oversized pool), but not remotely lonely as I would have wished it…
No matter. Oblivious of everyone, my child just fell under its spell.
So we all did. Lakes are special, and we are lake freaks. We thrive on lakes.
The one and only time Colt could go off leash (too busy otherwise, he’s not tame enough yet, being just a silly teenage dog, sweet and goofy but big, powerful and scary if you don’t know him).
The tilt is not intentional, but I like the picture so I kept it.
This one is (deliberate). Check out the crazy swirly bokeh from my new pet lens, the Navitar 75/1.3 (wide open… what else ?!)
That’s one sweet portrait lens as well
Pretending to smoke like Daddy (which is bad, bad !)
Every distance is covered by bike (rented extra, of course…)
I tire not of those lake moments
Wanna guess what that is ?? The butt of a departing edgehog. BIG one, too.
Came to raid Colt’s dish. We heard noise, checked it out, and this little guy was munching on Colt’s Royal Canin kibble !! The expression of sheer outrage on the dog’s face was just the funniest thing we’d seen in weeks.
Aside from hanging near the water
There were a lot of bubble baths involved
Map checking (Marla is fascinated with maps. Maybe Daddy being a surveyor has something to do with it ?)
Watching the caught bumblebee humm in its glass jail
and a Scooby Doo flick on her tablet.
We were blessed with gorgeous days and warm evenings
and overall Colt acted great.
And that’s my very fave of the week-end. It’s fuzzy with motion, the horizon is not clinically straight, but my kid will look at it twenty years from now and the feel of the lake will come flooding back her senses. To me that’s the perfect picture as “encapsuled memory”. That’s why I photograph for.