30/06/2009

There is many way to figure out life.

You can choose to see life through the ass of a bottle of wine...You can choose to see life from an ass you have desire for...but you can choose to see life from what your heart and soul tell you. My heart and soul are not an ass, not a bottle of wine and I am confident that they don't lie to me in a world where all is like so often like lies...

If I must be the last to trust in love more than all..so, yes I will be this one...

29/06/2009

One pic...one day...

Today a day without pic...

It was a very sunny and warm summer day...but sun is not enough sometimes... I feel like being blind...like if there is something missing in my eyes... It could be for one day...It could be for ever... Reasons why we decide to shoot, why we need to shoot are so often so far away from just photography...

28/06/2009

Bis repetita...???

27/06/2009

No pic today...maybe I will find one tomorrow...

No pic...just this one I took there was exactly 1 year...during an other lonely saturday night...It was like this night, the "feu de la St-Jean", an old tradition whre people meet arround a huge fire...

Something was missing in my life today...

More than a pic...

More than the air I breath...

There was exactly one year...feeling the same thing...

We have lost even this twilight. No one saw us this evening hand in hand while the blue night dropped out of the world. I have seen from my window the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops. Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin between my hands. I remembered you with my soul clenched in the sadness of mine that you know. Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I have sad and feel you are far away? The book fell that is always turned to at twilight and my cape rolled like a hurt dog at my feet. Always, always you recede through the evenings towards where the twilight goes erasing statues.

© Pablo Neruda, Tewnty love poems and a song of despair

26/06/2009

I grew up in a world of what we call there "taiseux". A kind of "japaneese" way to deal with things of life. Not to say, to keep for yourself, not to show emotions. Even trying to express my emotions like with this blog, I know that the fire inside me stills burning like under a too much heavy and cold grave. A grave that only one person was realy able to open...

25/06/2009

Killing hours...watching a mute TV...maybe a way to hide that time is already dead...

24/06/2009

This afternoon, I found a short moment to go to take a nap in the countryside...

Felt so good under the sun... I wished I could fall asleep and go into a magic dream...this kind of so sweet dream that you never want to wake up. But I was catch up by the reality. Life is an awake dream, often not so sweet, but necessity is to face it...even when you are a dreamer as I am...

23/06/2009

Harvest time is coming...fields took their blond colors from the sun...

An other summer...an other harvest...and the deep faith of a new flowerage again...because nothing never die...

"Many years have passed since those summer days Among the fields of barley See the children run as the sun goes down Among the fields of gold Youll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in the fields of gold When we walked in the fields of gold When we walked in the fields of gold"

© Sting

22/06/2009

Those last months, I had some issues with my running shoes.

Well, it is as in any kind of love stories, there is no desire anymore after a while. They wanted to go out, not me. It was a very cold mood between me and them until last week when I decided to go back to running. Now, we enjoy again together countryside in the night, the soft sound of the rubber on the road, fireflies... When love is deep, it is never really gone for ever...never. For me, running is one of the most exciting experience in life. Just a little bit less better than making love and enjoyment of a good glass of merlot.

21/06/2009

The first day of summer...

It is not completely blue... It seems that it will never be completely blue... I wonder why... I desperately wished kind of deep blue...

20/06/2009

Garden party... ?

19/06/2009

Life is always full of questions...

This crazy world just makes answers more difficult to find... Some chose hate, violence, destruction, egoism as answers... I chosen love. Maybe I am a naive guy, but I still think that love is the answer...

18/06/2009

“Everything that we see is a shadow cast by that which we do not see.”

Martin Luther King, Jr.

17/06/2009

Tempus fugit...

Cor meum non senuit...

Amor...Amor...

Ad vitam aeternam...

16/06/2009

When a was a little boy, I spent my time to play alone near the river. The river was my playground failing than to have the ocean close to me. Those games built my imaginations and filled up with magic some empty parts of me that were full of sadness.

Now, as a less little lonely boy, I still enjoy to be near the water. I understood one more thing I wasn't able to understand before : I was not the only lonely child who spent his time near the river and because all rivers end always in the ocean...we are never alone...

15/06/2009

Today, I didn't use this camera...

I kept the little eye closed... Just because sometimes what I wish to share is much more than a snapshot and few words...much more...

14/06/2009

This blog is for me like an open window...

Through this open window I share things from me, my heart, my soul... Today, I am coming here naked...naked skin, naked heart, naked soul...naked to express publicly my deep thanks about someone....someone who trusted in me deeply, someone who made me trust deeply in me, someone who was able to see the true Séb, the Séb without the social mask...someone who made me open fully as a flower under the sun... No need to to write a name...this person knows... Just from the bottom of my heart : Thank you for the priceless gift was to find you on my way.....Over words, over all...thank you...

13/06/2009

Red... Red...as my passionate way to live this life... Red...as this heart beating under my chest... Red...as my love feelings... Red...as the wine... Life is cleaning up the red of my life...slowly...certainly...until it will desappear with me....

12/06/2009

Dance...

Dance outside..bare feet on the grass... Dance alone...but not really... Dance with stars...

Dance to celebrate the opportunity to be alive....

11/06/2009

On my way to work...

The radio plays this old Al Green's song...

I'm, I'm so in love with you Whatever you want to do Is alright with me 'Cause you make me feel, so brand new And I want to spend my life with you Me sayin' since, baby, since we've been together Ooo, loving you forever Is what I need Let me, be the one you come running to I'll never be untrue Ooo baby... My stomach hurts... I know I must be strong, stronger than I never was... I am looking at trees on each side of the road... I don't believe in god... I do believe in life... And this old song on the radio...those trees... I wish I could trust in god...I wish I can ask him something..but no...

I know I must be strong...

10/06/2009

Still rainy here since few days.

All is full of water, like those roses that are going to be destroyed from this excess of humidity.

Happiness is like those roses. How deep could be this happiness, we are only sure about one thing : It will be a temporary situation that anyway death will come destroy permanently. I am running as fast as I can to catch and enjoy this happiness before to be catch up by death...

09/06/2009

I am french and my mother language is french. For many reasons that I will not tell here, I write in english, a language I don't master completely, but a language that gives me a kind of freedom I don't feel the same about french.

Today, I took a look at some of my old exercise note books. This pic is taken from a grammatical exercise I made...I was maybe 10. It was full of mistakes of course, corrected in red by my teacher, of course...;)

To learn english make me feel like to restart this learning trip but with a huge difference. When I was a little boy, adults had the meaning of reasons why to learn french, now, I am learning and I am able to give by myself a meaning about it. The meaning we put in things is the key. I missed so many keys as a little boy, as so much children who are not so good at school. Now, I know and I want to open all doors...;)

08/06/2009

When we think about happiness, we often think about great things...but happiness can be about little things...

A little stolen kiss on the neck to tickle it, to write a sweet word on a piece of paper, to make a quick pizza in the middle in the night for someone who is precious for you...many little things that can make others feel happy and make you feel the most happy person of the world, just from the feeling your little things did make feel other people happy.

07/06/2009

Money can't buy me love as could say The Beattles...

All you get in life, you get it at first from who you are, what you do, what you choose, from people you meet... Money is important, but money is just the cement that make the wall of life stronger. If stones are fragile, you can put as much cement you want, it will be never enough, but if stones are strong the wall will be strong. Money is the security of this wall not its soul.

06/06/2009

In the middle of the night...even cats are playing to be some kind of night owls...;)

05/06/2009

© Time / Life

Tomorrow will be the D-Day's 65th anniversary...

I am from Normandy. This day means a lot when you are from here and when you grew up with scars that this war let everywhere in landscapes but also in minds. 10 % of american's guy who landed on beaches were african americans. I heard today a story about that. It was a woman from here who was a little child during the war and who told a story about her and her little sister who played with an african american soldier and how this guy was so surprise to not feel any sign of segregate between him and them, how he was surprise to not feel racism from people here.(for most of people here, it was the first time they met black people) There is always many histories in the great history. Just a way to remind few hours before Obama will be here to celebrate this anniversary that there was just 65 years, we were again very far away from the world we try to draw today...Americans with their Black minorities, French with their citizen from colonies. Just a way to remind that nothing was ever free, nothing was ever won easily but with blood...with blood from people who just want to be free...just a way to remind the deep symbol of the fact the U.S president who will be here tomorrow is the result of this fight for freedom.  

I wish we could still continue to learn from history to stop blood flow...

04/06/2009

sometimes, I don't feel like to share anything here... Sometimes, I just feel the desire to keep... Just feel in peace, quiet, a little smile on my face...

03/06/2009

Who am I?

This part..an other part ?

Am I nice ? Yes... Am I an asshole ? Yes... Am I sensitive ? Yes... Am I superficial ? Yes... Am I complicated ? Yes... Am I ugly ? Yes...

Am I a dreamer? Yes... I am who I am for a part and I am who you believe I am for an other part...because whatever we could really be, we never just live for ourselves but also in eyes from the other...

02/06/2009

When blue meets green under the sun, it is bright, vivid, warm, intense, magic...

Of course, sometimes a cloud can come to hide the sun and make the magic of the moment less deep, but it is just a cloud the wind will finally push away and the magic hiden for a moment will appear again in all its brightness...

01/06/2009

The difference between human beings and animal is the capacity of humans to try to figure out things and from that to have questions coming in mind. I am human, so I can have many questions in mind...I am aware about this world being a mystery, people from this world have to face with the complexity of this world...I just wish I could get sometimes real answers...because behind a question, there is often deep reason that made exist this question...