photo : Akersten reserve, Nelson marina, harmony of morning colours in the Matai river at high tide.
Yes, the silence of the water, which can be listened to and comprises almost everything in the turquoise of the morning, dense, light, that one that glides over the day.
*posted in 2024, edited in 2026
Yes, the silence of the water, the one that can be listened to and that understands almost everything in the turquoise of the morning, dense, light, the one that glides over the day.
*d’abord mis en ligne en février 2024 révisé en 2025
at dawn the froth of the day. Weighs on the shoulders of history. Once upon a time, then another. Sometimes, even the air is even heavy.
photo: Botanical Garden, Nelson, a duck projects itself into the light and its murky reflection attracts attention until it goes back into the shadow of the pond.
There she was, the old lady I would become, I said to myself, as I saw her every morning, resolved to walk about town with her shopping bag. She was there, then one day she wasn’t.
photo : Spring, in Nelson, and my new lens
We would talk a little from the eyes and the words would have the courage to tell our travel wishes. There would be silences that would be light and then we would say goodbye, for the last time? we didn’t know
