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 : arriving in Ottawa
almost like a soul looking for your own traces on the freshly snow, this second rises like total freedom, there is nothing but time and it passes in front of you.
photo : aux abords d’Ottawa
presque comme une âme qui cherche ses traces sur la neige fraîchement tombée. L’instant se dresse comme une liberté entière, rien d’autre que le temps ne passe devant moi.

Art inuit, Ottawa, Musêe des Beaux-Arts, collection permanente, octobre 2017, Inuit Art, Ottawa, Permanent Collection, canon digital, polarr,
My poetic journey through words and image/ Mon journal poetique a travers les mots et les images