04/07/2009

I made of snapshot of those plastic tubes on a yard today...just plastic tubes...but they made me think how roots of our pleasures are tubular in our anatomy.

Vagina...cock...esophagus...so many tubular things... Maybe I feel horny righ now...maybe ha ha ha... Beside that, I can't stop to think how to be from one of the most rich country of the world is ridiculous. We are crying the death of a pop singer ...and during this time 80% of people of this world are just trying to survive, just trying to live from true and deep emotions, just trying to FEED truly their days. I am living in a country where I can get water directly from the tap...and my life is SO confortable that i have even time to think about sexual meaning of tubes... CRAZY WORLD...RIDICULOUS WORLD...

03/07/2009

It was a very sunny summer afternoon...

Even snails had to take a nap...

02/07/2009

Somewhere in the kitchen...

Sometimes, life seems to be as complicated as to try to prepare a sweet meal with red hot pepper...but we always finaly find the way to feed it...

01/07/2009

Claude Monet, Jean-François Millet, Eugène Boudin, Gustave Courbet, Jean-Baptiste Corot, Georges Braques, Fernand Léger, Jean Dubuffet, Raoul Dufy, Jean Hélion, Marcel Duchamp, Edouard Manet and so many others...

You know most of those painters who are from most famous painters from 19th and 20th century. The link between all those painters and me is the sky of Normandy. We say here that you can have several days in one day because the weather is always changing, because the sky is always making new drawing... Not so easy to live there..but so true... Those who want to live the experience...you are welcome...

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...