Photo: Mapua, a moment of nature where colors and light are perfectly balanced.
For this extreme moment, when on a weekday the clean wooden floor would shine in the sunlight through the window, in a complete moment, which cost nothing, which was small in the great scheme of things, but perfect in the microcosm of seconds, you would need to find a language that could speak of this perfect moment.
photo : Ottawa River. This ghostly vision spontaneously inspired a(n almost) rhymed poem in French (not so much in English though) :
We found the ghosts/
where we had placed them/
in the river of our dreams/
where they fell asleep/
listening our lies/
but the music was nice/
*posted in 2024, edited in 2026
Photo: Abel Tasman Park, a surprise at every step
… but what I would see
through the branches
would change depending
on the time and the day
or the mood of the clouds
and it would always
transform the length of my breath.
And my feet well grounded
in a kind of gratitude
for every breath
*posted in 2025, edited in 2026
photo: the evocative power of images, Split Apple Rock, the sky was too beautiful to sleep
We were looking at old photos, a tinge of melancholy, nostalgia, bursts of laughter, we remembered what lay behind the smiles frozen on the glossy paper, we saw the light and time slipping away before our eyes, among the delicate leaves that spoke of summer.
photo: Marahau (windy gardens), national park, Tasman
the only thing
the only thing
is to become who you are
no competing, no comparing
to the best or the worst
easier said than done still
just become
