The French sense of revolution  and protest takes on many shapes….

 Resistance to the Iraq invasion was very high all across Europe but no more so than in France. Two Hundred and fifty thousand marched thru the streest of Paris.

I happened to be in Paris staying with my wife to be during the leadup to the Iraq War.  My experience   began  on the  underground (subway),which came to a screeching halt.Soon the streets were crowded with the most ubiquitous of all Paris sites…the protestor…a favorite french pastime…

 I was driving home on a country road and noticed the remnants of home recently destroyed by fire. Morbid curiosity got the best of me and with camera in hand I approached the scene. All around the yard were scattered boxes of belongings organized by hasty retreat…here I found the lonely girl…waiting in her damp cardboard box..

Fleeting life…..