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Over time, I've been collecting images in a temporary folder.
Not quite photographs, not quite intentions.
More like sketches, drafts, ideas - starting points.
Files meant to disappear, to die.
And yet...
This temporary album has eventually become the largest of all my projects.
Little by little, over the past ten years, it has traced a continuous line - one that, while not really leading anywhere, takes paths worth lingering on.
I found it meaningful to offer these stolen moments - once destined for the trash - a proper setting.
To build a true photographic object, something a little luxurious, maybe even deliberately too beautiful...
During the next weeks, i will publish all 4 volumes of these temporary files.
Volume III gradually expands the circle of my investigations around Rennes. We even go up to the capital ! Long live Paris !
(The series, in the Volume I, originally starts with a photo in my toilet :-) The road is beautiful… )
on days when the nostalgia hits especially hard, I find myself in a puddle of feelings and still embrace the rain that keeps falling
Over time, I've been collecting images in a temporary folder.
Not quite photographs, not quite intentions.
More like sketches, drafts, ideas - starting points.
Files meant to disappear, to die.
And yet...
This temporary album has eventually become the largest of all my projects.
Little by little, over the past ten years, it has traced a continuous line - one that, while not really leading anywhere, takes paths worth lingering on.
I found it meaningful to offer these stolen moments - once destined for the trash - a proper setting.
To build a true photographic object, something a little luxurious, maybe even deliberately too beautiful...
During the next weeks, i will publish all 4 volumes of these temporary files.
Volume II of my temporary files opens on a difficult period of my life, during my rehabilitation at the Saint-Yves clinic following a fairly serious health accident (see my series « Heart Passages » published last year)
It ends at work, and in the immediate vicinity of my company’s offices.
(Because yes, I also photograph at work :-) )
Volume III gradually expands the circle of my investigations around Rennes. We even reach the sea and go up to the capital ! Long live Paris !
(The series, in the Volume I, originally starts with a photo in my toilet :-) The road is beautiful… )
Volume III gradually expands the circle of my investigations around Rennes. We even go up to the capital ! Long live Paris !
(The series, in the Volume I, originally starts with a photo in my toilet :-) The road is beautiful… )
Over time, I've been collecting images in a temporary folder.
Not quite photographs, not quite intentions.
More like sketches, drafts, ideas - starting points.
Files meant to disappear, to die.
And yet...
This temporary album has eventually become the largest of all my projects.
Little by little, over the past ten years, it has traced a continuous line - one that, while not really leading anywhere, takes paths worth lingering on.
I found it meaningful to offer these stolen moments - once destined for the trash - a proper setting.
To build a true photographic object, something a little luxurious, maybe even deliberately too beautiful...
During the next weeks, i will publish all 4 volumes of these temporary files.
Volume III gradually expands the circle of my investigations around Rennes. We even go up to the capital ! Long live Paris !
(The series, in the Volume I, originally starts with a photo in my toilet :-) The road is beautiful… )
Over time, I've been collecting images in a temporary folder.
Not quite photographs, not quite intentions.
More like sketches, drafts, ideas - starting points.
Files meant to disappear, to die.
And yet...
This temporary album has eventually become the largest of all my projects.
Little by little, over the past ten years, it has traced a continuous line - one that, while not really leading anywhere, takes paths worth lingering on.
I found it meaningful to offer these stolen moments - once destined for the trash - a proper setting.
To build a true photographic object, something a little luxurious, maybe even deliberately too beautiful...
During the next weeks, i will publish all 4 volumes of these temporary files.
Factory Point Cemetery
www.vermontfolklifecenter.org/fieldnotes/the-manchester-v... History of the Manchester Vampire.
Happy Halloween
He rested quietly in the grass,
eyes soft but alert — watching the world with the curiosity
only the young still carry.
There was no roar in him yet,
no claim to the plains . . .
only a promise written in his gaze.
Moments like this remind us
that even the fiercest legends
begin in silence.
Over time, I've been collecting images in a temporary folder.
Not quite photographs, not quite intentions.
More like sketches, drafts, ideas - starting points.
Files meant to disappear, to die.
And yet...
This temporary album has eventually become the largest of all my projects.
Little by little, over the past ten years, it has traced a continuous line - one that, while not really leading anywhere, takes paths worth lingering on.
I found it meaningful to offer these stolen moments - once destined for the trash - a proper setting.
To build a true photographic object, something a little luxurious, maybe even deliberately too beautiful...
During the next weeks, i will publish all 4 volumes of these temporary files.
Volume II of my temporary files opens on a difficult period of my life, during my rehabilitation at the Saint-Yves clinic following a fairly serious health accident (see my series « Heart Passages » published last year)
It ends at work, and in the immediate vicinity of my company’s offices.
(Because yes, I also photograph at work :-) )
Over time, I've been collecting images in a temporary folder.
Not quite photographs, not quite intentions.
More like sketches, drafts, ideas - starting points.
Files meant to disappear, to die.
And yet...
This temporary album has eventually become the largest of all my projects.
Little by little, over the past ten years, it has traced a continuous line - one that, while not really leading anywhere, takes paths worth lingering on.
I found it meaningful to offer these stolen moments - once destined for the trash - a proper setting.
To build a true photographic object, something a little luxurious, maybe even deliberately too beautiful...
During the next weeks, i will publish all 4 volumes of these temporary files.
Rain still clung to his mane,
each strand heavy with the weight of the storm he had walked through.
He stood in complete silence —
eyes steady, breath slow,
carrying the calm that only true strength can wear.
There was no roar in this moment,
no display of dominance . . .
just the raw, unguarded truth
of a king shaped by the hardships of his world.
the fog on saturday morning was amazing. these are the days when i love where i live. i woke up, took one peek outside and 20 minutes later i was at this amazing spot taking photographs.
there are more fog pictures coming.
on wednesday, i leave for hawaii for 5 days of photography with exposure:hawaii. click the link and you can read about my fellow teammates.
happy monday, everyone!
Over time, I've been collecting images in a temporary folder.
Not quite photographs, not quite intentions.
More like sketches, drafts, ideas - starting points.
Files meant to disappear, to die.
And yet...
This temporary album has eventually become the largest of all my projects.
Little by little, over the past ten years, it has traced a continuous line - one that, while not really leading anywhere, takes paths worth lingering on.
I found it meaningful to offer these stolen moments - once destined for the trash - a proper setting.
To build a true photographic object, something a little luxurious, maybe even deliberately too beautiful...
During the next weeks, i will publish all 4 volumes of these temporary files.
Volume II of my temporary files opens on a difficult period of my life, during my rehabilitation at the Saint-Yves clinic following a fairly serious health accident (see my series « Heart Passages » published last year)
It ends at work, and in the immediate vicinity of my company’s offices.
(Because yes, I also photograph at work :-) )
Over time, I've been collecting images in a temporary folder.
Not quite photographs, not quite intentions.
More like sketches, drafts, ideas - starting points.
Files meant to disappear, to die.
And yet...
This temporary album has eventually become the largest of all my projects.
Little by little, over the past ten years, it has traced a continuous line - one that, while not really leading anywhere, takes paths worth lingering on.
I found it meaningful to offer these stolen moments - once destined for the trash - a proper setting.
To build a true photographic object, something a little luxurious, maybe even deliberately too beautiful...
During the next weeks, i will publish all 4 volumes of these temporary files.
In the tall, sunlit grass, a hyena mother stood watch — steady, alert, unshakably present.
Around her, two tiny cubs wandered with the clumsy curiosity of new life . . . unaware of the vast world waiting beyond the safety of her shadow.
There was a quiet power in her posture,
a reminder that even in the wild’s harsh rhythm,
care and courage often walk side by side.