16/07/2009

I know...this pic is a little bit red...;)

I still experimenting... An other pic...an other day... To shoot from my countryside the lights from a far away city...to try to catch its soul...

14/07/2009

Somewhere in a street...

Today is Bastille day in France... This day gave birth about the idea of a most right world... More than 200 years after, my country that was one of the most fair country in the world is becoming a ghost of freedom... My dear citizens were able to vote for a guy who is shitting every single day on our values and it seems ok for most of them. Our so beautiful values are now more and more in books and less and less in life. This country was a big and beautiful country...this country just get lost its soul...

13/07/2009

An other night...

An other walk... An other star spangled sky... I still listening stars...as I still reminding a heart beating...

12/07/2009

An other night...an other walk...

Feeling like when you lose your home key and moving all around you to find them back... Feeling like when you try to find back the origin of a smell you can feel in the air... Feeling like when you know something is missing... To walk all the night...trying to catch up your life...

To walk like to not let things like frozen...dead... To walk, to look at stars and think that love is stronger than all...

11/07/2009

Come on ! come on ! take my hand and let's have a night's walk in those little streets...

Come on !

Let's go !! take my hand and follow me in the night. Come with me to write at each corner street the story of life, the story of love, the story that was started in stars...

Come on !! the air is very sweet and warm tonight. We could almost walk fully naked under the moon.

Come on !! take my hand !!

Let's walk and maybe if we find at the crossroad a nice and comfortable square of grass, so maybe we could just to lay right down there on our back and just spend the night watching stars...

my hand taking yours...your hand taking mine...

10/07/2009

An old wood toy...a little duck...

I played with it when I was a little boy, as many generations of children before me... It is one of the only one thing I kept from my childhood... I kept it because life is a written book we don't know the end...

09/07/2009

♫...Somewhere over the rainbow...

...skies are blue♫♪...

...and the dreams...that you dare to dream...♫

...really do come true..♫ ♪ ♫

08/07/2009

A little bit of visual poetry...from windows at work (no photoshop as ever...)...from a crazy busy day...

Wednesday was wednesday...this day is done... Tomorrow will be thursday and this day could be sweet as honey...

07/07/2009

Those eyes still searching...

Searching what ? If you can read in them you have the answer...

06/07/2009

Sometimes, when you open your schedule, you wish not the moment will be already there. Tomorrow will be the moment to come back with an other part of my reality and to deal with it. This one months and half in "parenthesis" in my life was sometime hard, sometime happy, always full of lessons. I will come back tomorrow, but now with a deadline in mind. Because life is short...

05/07/2009

A little bit tired today...so I will finish the week very simply...;)

Tomorrow will be an other day...

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...