I have somewhere near 20,000 images of Paris since I started living here on periodic occasions.
Most recently I arrived here on 1 November (I hate giving out candy so I always escape to Paris on Halloween) and I had no image inspirations on that day.
So I didn’t take any pictures that day.
I took none the next day.
Or on several subsequent days.
I had begun to wonder what has been wrong.
I always take pictures of Paris.
Even if it is the same view the light is always different.
I was once really surprised to discover that I was by far not the first to discern that.
That is unacceptable.
So today I just forced the shutter to shoot whatever I saw for a few minutes this afternoon.
It felt good.
There are quite a few of them; here they are.