Meet Sergio Pomodoro (not his real name), an Italian chap I met at a meet up yesterday afternoon. We were sitting on the ground, trying to catch our breaths after an exhausting tour of artists’ workshop in Paris 6th district and he spotted my camera. So he asked whether I could take a mugshot of him for his Meet up and Facebook pages. It was very sunny yesterday and he was quite taken aback when I asked him to pose in the shade in front of a nondescript wall. Of course, shooting portraits in full sunshine will result in ugly shadows, that’s the reason why. Oh by the way, he is into hard rock concerts, but I believe you have guessed as much.
Today’s challenge is “green”. That’s an easy subject in a country where it rains so much, even though today, the sun is shining bright. Above the Auteuil greenhouses. This palm tree doesn’t need much water though.
Gerberoy, West of the Paris region, on the fringe of Normandy, water is plentiful. How could the grass be greener?
Gerberoy again. Ivy everywhere.
There’s nothing like complementary colours like these. Geberoy again.
When I think of “solitude“, I think of our beautiful mountains in the Pyrenees. The chair I sit in and from which I look at the top of the mountains where I do mountain biking. There’s no one there. Just bears. And even so.
The lakes, the vista. Peace. A break from the Big City.
The stunning landscapes (here from the Spanish side).
Peace. Green peace. Pure beauty.
I’m not too good at repurposing but there are people who are. And as my wife and I are downright against the idea of throwing anything away which could be useful, we often load some stuff in the boot and drive to a nearby hospital (St Vincent de Paul) which has been weirdly renamed “les grands voisins” (our big neighbours, and I have no idea why they are deemed big). There, it’s the entire hospital which has been repurposed. We love this place. I spent last night reformatting and preparing my 7-year old computer so that it can be left at the recycling charity shop there and I’m sure someone will be very happy to have a great computer in full working order. Even though it’s a bit old, it’s still doing the job.
Everything is repurposed there, be it for Art’s sake or for washing the linen.
Now this is Art: a streetlight made of plastic bottles.
Sharing (“partagez”) is their motto. A nice one at that.
The whole building is about nothing else but repurposing.
Statue by Nathalie Decoster, Saint Paul de Vence. Dec 2016
I don’t usually retouch my pictures even though there is a very useful feature in Lightroom which makes it possible for you to export them into Photoshop and then reimport them into Lightroom. It won’t destroy the original, it will create a new copy and you will then be able to keep both copies just in case you want to start all over again.
I took the picture above in Antibes two weeks ago. It was so balmy it was unbelievable. Freezing temperature in Paris, and lower 70s over there. A dream.
What wasn’t a dream though was all these details I hated in that picture. I loved the lady moving fast on the lefthand side, I hated all the posts and signs. So I took them away (at least the more annoying ones). I left the manhole cover in the foreground because it didn’t bother me that much. It is obviously debatable whether one should or not do that. Traffic signs are a constant of our Cityscapes. I only wish sometimes they weren’t so ugly. Well, if you agree or disagree, just leave a comment.
Today’s Friday Photo Challenge theme is “relax”. I chose this picture of two young ladies relaxing in the Queen Anne district of Seattle, overlooking the bay (right) and the City (left). I took this picture in the twilight, the atmosphere was beautifully relaxing I found.
Yet, there is nothing as relaxing, in my eyes, as Mother Nature. Above, Mount Rainier. It’s amazing that one can see greenery at this height. Rainier is almost as high as Mont Blanc but greenery in the Alps will stop a little above 5,000 feet (1,500 m), here we were twice as high at 10,000 feet. We had never seen that, and God knows we know about mountains since we have a house up there in the Pyrenees.
One doesn’t need to get that far to be relaxed. A mere 50 miles from the City centre of Paris, one finds the old impressionist hotspot named Rolleboise, overlooking the Seine. On that day (sometime in May 2012), rapeseed was blooming, colouring the fields yellow and overpowering the air with its potent Spring smell.