Super tanker

Don't you know what I did today ?? Something really extraordinary, fabulous, wonderful happened to me !! Yes, I was tyred of working so I decided to go shopping somehow ... so I went northern, a bit father than usual ... more exactly between Orange and Monthélimard ...more exactly at Bollène ... I did not drive on the highway I wanted to have a glance to the countryside .. and you'll never guess on what I fell upon !!!! ... a super tanker !!! Yessss, a super tanker but a large one !!! really !!! ... between Bollène and Monthélimard ... well more exactly at Bollène on the bridge .... well, I was on the bridge and it was under ... well I was taking pics of the canal when I saw a barge in the foreground ...... well I thought it was a barge ... well ? ...well, when it came nearer... I saw it was not a barge but ... a super super tanker !!! ... It went below me ... and I nearly went off !!! ...It was so long, really so long that I couldn't believe it !! believe me !!! ... so amazing that I'm still shaking !!! realllllly !!!

Shot talk

I met France yesterday in l'Isle sur Sorgue where I use to go for shopping on Sunday mornings and where I use to take pictures because it's a lovely place and busy ... it's a place where amateurs of antiques and second hand shops use to meet and sometimes photographers too ... we met around a Ferrari Testarossa that we shot whitout a shame... and of course, we ended up to the Café de France with a cup of coffee and a pixel talk ... I came to the conclusion that it is not the machine which makes a pic but the photographer ... my cameras are usually not very good ones ... and have heratic behaviours after a thousand of pics more or less (which means over one month for me...)... I used to have good cameras at a time when manufacturers used to do something else than merchandising ... now, I fancy somehow in front of good machines .... but as I said to France a trivial subject with a medium quality camera will never make a good shot ... to take a picture of a good composition will always give hints of the photographers' uniqueness and art ... but of course to take a good composition with a good camera ... we 'll write a note to Cannon ... because Canon, you can .... or you Cannot !!!

At the Stars Pub

She pushed the blue door ... she found it heavier that she thought first ... the entry was vast, crytalline but empty ... strange voices could be heard by hints ... she followed the iron-walled corridor and the copper one ....the stepped three stepped down ... there was a wird garden ... and in the backyard... a glass house ... a few people were standing there and looked at her deviously ... she opened the door ... everything didn't look very normal ...there was a bar with a few etrusque glasses and florescent colors bottles ...

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The door

The street was empty now ... the last passer-by had just crossed over ... he had a grey overcoat and a ref scarf ... he was following his own idea ... she was following her own ... when her eye was caught by a detail in the street ... a blue door with a copper hub ... the building was massive and opaque ... some windows half-opened let one think that the house was inhabited ...what was there behind that blue door ??

Petri's box

It was a very nice town ... very neaty ... rounded by heavy walls by ancient times ... to protect from others ... the walls have disappeared nowadays ... but i looks still like a Petri box ... you knox the one that is used in laboratories ...round ... flat ... transparent to let light go in ... closed to prevent things entering or things going out ... with a feeding solution... and bacteria to see how they behave ... they grow, live and destroy each other ....

but it's a very nice town ...

I enjoy potatoes

Yesssssss, I enjoy potatoes !!! ... Yes ... those I used to crop when I was at my grand father's ... We needed to bend over, to scratch ... to search in the ground ... and we found them deep down in the earth, hidden as secrets ... in nests or alone .. brown but unrecognisable under their muddy crust .. like golden treasures occulted to men but known to wizzards ...
The potatoe is a miracle ! It grows by itself deep in clusters ... protected deep inside to tresist to frost and cold ... very strong the potatoe .... full of energy, full of vitality right in the middle of a mean lean poor and desnuded winter

Solstice

Light went down deep into winter ... life strengths dived deep into the earth ... slowed down ... introverted untill the winter solstice ... aminals began to hibernate, roots stretched down deep inside in search for heat and men felt ligth going down ... heaviness and exhaustion settling down ... with the same sleepyness that invaded earth ... ... cold and melancolic, they are still waiting for the return of spring ... for the first springs of life there deep in the furrows ... but ... earth is now going to awake slowly ... seeds will begin to arise from their long silence ... a few days more and seeds will awake ... some more heat, some more light ... and man will awake ... grains will grow ... and life will come back ...

6 p.m. in Avignon ...

Shadows were stretching under the massive building of the Popes' Palace .. cobblestones still shined under the sole lamp post of the square ... the day was coming to an end ... an other day was coming soon !

Best wishes for a Happy New Year !!!

Well, it's over now !

It's over, at last ! It has not been so dramatic but it was too fussy ... with my tub dripping over ... a gear that slides too much ... tons of bills ... a freaky computer ... a dilated spleen, a pumping liver ... grass ever growing ... a dustbin having a walk on the neighbourgs' pavements ... a freezing coffre coughing a bit ... and many more ! ... I won't tell you about my perso and epic troubles ... and those which remind yours !!! ... YES.. I know "there's no problem so far engouh !" And tomorrow in 2007, I'll resume my broom, my spade ... all my dayly tasks ... the same faces (a bit more flappy).. the same job ... the same guy ... well nothing won't really changed ...
Except that we shall be in 2007 !
And that everything can happen !
Tomorrow is another day !

The Wall Crossers

So are you ready ? are you ready for the Adventure ? to step ahead ? to cross the big wall ? to find yourself on the other side ? in the unknown ... the uncompleted ... the new... the fresh .. the incoming New Year !

Go ahead !

Mister Tussaut

He took the pose for the window shop of a famous shop ... with his puzzling smile of wax man, his appearing loosyness, his quiet and immobile presence ... he reminded me someone who appeared swiftly in my life and left me with a slight pervading scent for ever ...

La Bartelasse

It's an island on the Rhône river ... a trip of land swiped by winds ... rolled by the river waters that sometimes come there to carress and to invade her ... sun stop there in summer by the tender hours of dawn ... barges get attached to it and men love it deeply ...

Winter night in Edimbourgh

He opened the door, went down on the two first steps of the entrance ... a few and lean lamp posts caught a yellowish light on the deserted street ... fog had invaded the place ... cold was penetrating deep into his bones ... he shivered all over ... he drew up his collar ... fixed up his hat .. and went into the scottish night ...

Concertino

She had a scratcher laughter that bounced again and again heavily in the lounge... her friend just besides, burst into a pressure cooker laught , yes a laughter that went away with a stringent and dying whistle ... as for me, in my corner, I was just smiling, hihi, amused and friendly to that folks who were slightly boring the upperlipped customers of the quiet and smart restaurant in town ...

The Hussard

Noises from the street were coming up through large windows shields ... revolutionaries were gathering ... she heard steps in the staircase ... someone was coming up ... she was still in bed ... her blouse was opened and just let appear a tender and rosy shoulder ... the door opened silently ...

The Clock Tower

The sun was still shining on the Clock tower by this end of december day ... there was no watch man as in the middle ages ... but we were still looking up ... the clock of the tower was still showing time ... and when stone was not yet quartz, it was the official hour on which men and women of Bagnols used to fix their watch or their clock ... and days used to fly under the regular steps of the the Clock Tower

And what about a trip in Kamtchaka ?

And what about going to Kamtchaka ...

to listen to bagpipe in a scottich familly ! YES three are scottish famillies in Kamtchaka... YES they immegrated there recently ! ... NO, I don't have pics from Kamtchaka... NO I don't have pics from scottish famillies in my phototheque either .... so you just have to fancy a yourte made of yaks' skin and a few wooden sticks to hold it up... and, inside, a scottish familly ... with a bagpipe ...!

Oasis

There are oasis in big stores .... gazelles come there to have a rest ... to smoke for a while ... to wander quietly ... to sit down ... with their bags lying down by their feet like tributes gained from an endless war ... eyes tired by neons ... slacking down on affluence days ... when other get on their nerves ... when they are too numerous and when their make up is fading away ... I saw tired gazelles there and ... exhausted lions too ...