The earth was dry, but looking at the horizon I could see the curves of the earth, its desire to give to those who knew how to wait, how to find and take.
I’ve just realised that bodies fit together like mountains (and then we think we have created everything !).
I pressed the shutter release to capture the personality of the cacti: their funny shape always gives me the impression that they are little more than plants. But when I edited the photo, it was the tree towering behind them like a ghost that caught my eye. J’appuyais sur le déclencheur pour saisir la personnalité des cactus : leur drôle de silhouette me donne toujours l’impression qu’ils sont un peu plus que des plantes. Mais lorsque j’ai édité la photo, c’est l’arbre qui se dresse derrière comme un fantôme qui a attiré mon attention.
a few lines at the bottom of the page
left to themselves (mostly)
in white silence.
A few crooked pages
demanding attention
but the sentence of the judges
(go lie down on the grass)