On the path

Late morning. I walk towards the rising sun. There’s a huge concert of birds all around me. The first bluebells are here, early heralds of what will soon be a deep blue forest cover. I stop for a drink of coffee and I watch the play of light and shadow. Being on the move means…

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Blend in

The path is narrowing down. It’s getting late. I lie down among the flowers and the shadows. Waiting for the dark to set in. Just before sunset, there is this brief moment of clarity and intensity. The colors become more vivid, the sounds of the forest grow louder. Everything is alive, fresh, and crisp. The…

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Out of the frame

Photography is as much about what we include in the frame as about what we leave out of it. I think the point applies to much more than photography. What we call focus is not only about the thing we focus on. Monomaniacs are very focused persons but they’re dysfunctional. What they lack is the…

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Crossing lines and dead leaves

A morning walk in the forest. The fresh snow fallen during the night simplifies and clarifies what would otherwise be a busy, grey landscape. I stopped in this small clearing. Everything is silent. The rusty leaves of last summer are still hanging on, like a nostalgic tune. The background retains some of the mist and…

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Under the cloud

After so much rain, the forest is a giant sponge. My footsteps quickly fill up with water behind me. Millions of raindrops are suspended on the smallest, finest tree branches. The air is electric and thick with humidity. All the colors are saturated. It hasn’t stopped raining since forever. The sky is one giant cloud.…

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