Moments and places
In photo’s one particular moment in time and a specific place merge into a unique image. The photographer freezes daily life and, sometimes, even history. It is this stillness in photography that offers inspiration. The photo preserves. Find here some of my photographs.
The rest of their days
Opposite the Roman Theatre
Under a plane-tree in Orange. This morning was sunny and windy; it took the camera to arrest the rustling leafs. Across the street the Roman Theatre was still in its place after nearly two-thousand years. At this hour the wind was working hard to slim down the Theatre’s massive stones. It’s all a matter of time.
Nature’s red in Roussillon, a French village famous for its deep red rocks and soil. This is where Samuel Beckett took refuge during the Second World War, picking grapes nearby. His eyes may have met with this old wall, though he lived in the lower part of the village. Behind the house where he and his wife Suzanne Deschevaux had their rooms, you may find some typical rocks, eroded into statues. The red is the same.
The importance of stones
He could be a Nobody’s Boy, left alone in this world, sans famille. However, it’s the picture that isolates him. In fact, there were many people around, here in Brissac-Quincé. A film was being shot about the Liberation of France in 1944. That explains his old and dull clothes. What counts, in his world, is the importance of stones for kindling imagination.
An almost perfect building
This Burgundy farm near Demigny is an almost perfect building. It has surrounded itself with a special atmosphere that would have caught Hitchcock’s eye. This is a story of grass and death and memory (and a silent threat that is about to reveal itself).
No more trips around the lake
A still life in Constance. This bike, though bearing its losses with dignity, radiates sorrow. No more trips around the splendid lake nearby. How senseless life has become for the bell and the lock, left behind without mercy.
The French love to split their doors
The ups and downs of this old door are sawn into it, like a graph. Remember this beautiful pattern, in case you will be asked to design a door. You may find it in Roussillon. I know by now the French love to split their doors, restoring only the parts that time’s chisel has utterly crumbled.