Making sense of it all. Stories that change us.
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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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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It’s still dark. As soon as I get out of the car, my breath turns to vapors in the freezing air. I leave the car behind as if I would leave the safety of a boat and launch myself into the open ocean. But this is why I’m here. The narrow path takes me across…
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It got dark in the forest. I left the river behind and I’m climbing. I can hear my heart beating fast. I can hear the forest living its night life. In the dark, my senses become hyper-acute. We’re so dependent on light that we instinctively cling to it and gravitate towards it. We use any…
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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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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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There are visible doors that remain closed forever. And there are invisible doors that become visible only when they close. Once upon a time, a man from the countryside wanted to get access, through a guarded door, to law (or justice). However, every time he tried to get in, the doorkeeper told him he cannot…
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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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The small stream is at almost perfect standstill. There is an imperceptible movement somewhere, the water molecules are rolling downstream in slow motion. But to the naked eye everything seems frozen. It’s early autumn and the first colorful leaves are slowly gathering on the water. The Great Falling of Leaves has not started yet. I’ve…
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