Photo This tree comes to meet me when I come back from my morning walks, I wanted to capture all its beauty before its leaves fall.
you will bump into me one day,/
you will recognize me/
perhaps, in the fatigue of my days/
Something will remain of that time/
in one wrinkle or another/
small moments will arise/
from the archives of our days/
we will remember.
photo : coming back from Wharariki beach, a WestCoast feeling
sandy beaches, tides !
For most of my life, my body and mind have led parallel lives: it was my mind that led the game (no, I don’t have to sleep all these hours, I’m tired but it doesn’t matter, of course I can do a little more, etc.). I had warning signs that I dismissed out of hand, until one day my body had enough. We have since been trying to live together, the symbiosis is not always easy but when it happens, I wonder why I thought I could neglect such a big part of myself (and yes, we can have quite a bit of fun together).
Photo: An autumn tree near my home in Nelson
I got up one morning, and there it was, autumn, I mean, and trees in their new colours. The morning air was also fresh, the light was different and created melancholy in the air. In the sun, it’s a magical season, but there’s also the rain that’s going to come (for which farmers will be grateful), chilly mornings, the four seasons in twenty-four hours and the addition of merino, wool socks and the definite sense that time is passing.
I would invent the snow, with whites and blues, some grays and shadows. Then I would be tired. I would rest for a while in the eyes of the light and would stay silent before closing my eyes.
*d’abord mis en ligne en mars 2023
photo : les couleurs de Golden Bay, je ne m’en lasse pas, mais en ce moment, dans la région, il fait bon de voir la température diminuer un peu.
And then I became a child again.
At this very moment
of amazement,
Blue was the color
of the event
under my eyelids.
Yes, the sand was burning
And the waves smelled of
salt and seaweed
And we were almost not hungry anymore
for breathing the summer, with squinted eyes
