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To picture today’s “scale” theme, if Erica hadn’t suggested it, I would have chosen mountains anyway. They are so huge and beautiful, no need to comment. Enjoy!

[All shot in 2017 in the Ariège]





Textures Challenge and The Chestnut Tree Woodshed in the Ariege

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Last night I was waiting for the daily post to be published, but unfortunately, nothing showed up. So I decided to get back to an earlier challenge when Ben Huberman caught me during a slow interval, that is to say during my 2-week zero connection Summer period. I chose the August 2, 2017 challenge and entitled “Textures”. One of my favourite subjects. I chose 2 pictures I shot this summer of a chestnut tree woodshed. The texture of that kind wood is absolutely fantastic. That is not the only advantage of chestnut tree wood. That kind of wood is able to stand out in the rain for ever, and God knows it rains forever in the Pyrenees. There is no need for varnish, nor paint, not anything else. You can leave it out there and it will never rot. The door to our house was made of Chestnut tree wood and it has been around for 150 years. With only a stroke of Walnut oil on it and I’m not even sure that was useful. Lo and behold!

Augirein, Pyrenees

Textures | The Daily Post

The juxtaposition of starkly different textures helped my attempt to capture a narrow strip of beach as if I were shooting a vast river estuary from a plane. The different colors and densities made it look almost like a living map of a faraway, unknown place. Photography is a primarily visual medium, but we can experience it with more than one sense. This week, focus on the tactile element of the objects you shoot, whether it’s one distinct quality — softness, smoothness, graininess, or any other texture you find interesting — or a combination of several within one frame. I look forward to your exploration of texture in your photos this week!

Source: Textures | The Daily Post

I/She/He/They Stood There Waiting

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Waiting was yesterday’s Friday challenge theme. We stood waiting in the queue for the 3rd “Grand Antique d’Aubert®” marble 2017 symposium organised by Italian marble excavation company Escavamar from Carrare. The show – we’ll get back to that in a forthcoming post – had not yet begun and I took this opportunity to shoot the candlelit footpath that went into the quarry and led to the beautiful and humongous black marble slabs carved out from the mountain.  

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A few months before in Grand-Palais, we met that guy who had stood there waiting for a long long time.


May last year, waiting for the boat to take us back to Cannes.


Cannes, waiting for the vests and socks to dry.


Waiting for one’s evening meal in Spring 2016, Châtelet-Les Halles in Paris.

Structure And Architecture

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I’ve already made fun of Vierzon even though it’s not charitable. And I had said I would do something to make up for it. The fact is that in the course of a few hours, I made quite a few interesting discoveries there and as I like architecture and abstract photography, the derelict industrial buildings I came across provided quite a few unusual points of views. Here is a series of pictures taken close to La Française, a former industrial firm. In 1959 it was taken over by Case, an American company, just before it went to the dogs.


As tonight’s challenge is “structure“, I found these pictures particularly apt. They are like barebones examples of architectural design from the 1930s, overhauled recently in order to turn the building into a Cinema house (my assumption). 


Modern crucifixion. 


Barebones I said. Looks like fishbones architecture. 


A broader view of the complex. The industrial buildings of “La Française” where they were producing agricultural machines and vehicles.


Structure again (end of the 19th century this time). Who said that there was nothing to see in Vierzon.Tu as voulu voir Vierzon et tu as vu Vierzon…” (complete with accordion and all, “typically” French even though Brel wasn’t).

As she has expressed the wish to see my summer vacation period pictures published, I’d like to dedicate my pictures to my online pen-friend Heide from Heideblog. She wrote this heart-rending story about Louise Dillery. If you haven’t read it yet, go there then now.


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I feel bad because David’s challenge was about Wanderlust and you are meant to be travelling like mad, and sure I did a lot of that in the past. But since I became an entrepreneur, the furthest I go is the end of metro line 6 and as it goes round in circle that isn’t even taking me very far. OK, we did the odd trip to the Pacific Northwest and that was very cool but I would hardly call that exotic. Maybe Berlin in May last year was a bit off the beaten track and yet. I would hardly call that wanderlust. More of a pilgrimage to a weird place where people seem to enjoy themselves quite a lot on the ashes of the Jews, many of whom have little plaques fixed on the paved road to mark the location of their former homes and explain where they were born and died. Continue reading “Wanderlust”

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