Philippe De Jonckheere, untitled from the graves series, East of France, silver gelatin print, 4X5 inches, 1994.

... ( ... ) ... When Barbara and I came back from our trip to Basel in Switzerland, we left at the end of the afternoon and we still had to drive back to Paris where Barbara had to catch an early plane the next morning.
We stopped at a cemetary, a storm was about to drench us, the clouds were looming on the dark horizon, the light was indeed dramatic, I thought it would be perfect for taking some picture of graves, a series I had pending.
Then as we drove again, I realized that we were passing by Notre Dame de Ronchamp, built by Le Corbusier — and even though I have little taste for Le Corbusier — we stopped, it had just rained and it was already late, the place was deserted, we had the entire chapel to ourselves. We did spend an entire hour there.
We finally drove off as it was getting dark
We drove on a road bordered by little hills, Barbara saw a church at a top of the hills that she wanted to see. We tried to get near it, but didn't manage to, since we ended up on a dirt road that was pretty steep that didn't seem to go anywhere. As I got out of the car to study what my chances were to make a U-Turn on the spot, Barbara had already gotten herself and her polaroid camera out of the car and sure enough she was shooting pictures of the cows and the flowers in the field that were facing. I think she saw that I thought that she was naughty so she handed me the camera, as one would pass around a joint litterally, and I too started to take pictures, then gave the camera back to Barbara, the camera passed from hands to hands, we could barely see what we were doing but the flash was there to record everything. Towards the end of this unexpected shooting session, Barbara wanted to make sure that we had taken enough pictures so she asked me to turn the car headlights on and there we were, arranging pictures in pairs, triplets, quadruples and streamers in the blinding headlights of the car, pretty much in the middle of nowhere. We did shoot a couple more pictures that we thought were missing, and after this I did manage to convince Barbara that it was time for us to hit the road.
As we were driving, Barbara was still playing and shuffling through the images and stated that this was great, it would give her someything to do on the plane back to Chicago the next day. After that, she finally fell asleep. We arrived late in Paris and it was almost time to drive to the airport in order to avoid the nightmare of morning traffic. I dropped Barbara at the airport, drove back home, collapsed and woke up just in time to start my grave yard shift.
When hanging out with Barbara, always wear a watch.

Next lesson.