
Tanargue, view from Chapias, Ardeche France, 12th January 2025

Col de la Chavade, France, 29th december 2024

Lalevade d'Ardèche, 19th December 2024

Vinezac, 7th December 2024

Near Sète, 31th octobre 2024

Vinezac, 20th october 2024

Pradinas Ardèche, 8th septembre 2024

Sivergues, 25th august 2024

Lourdes, 3rd August 2024

Notre Dame de Garaison, 2nd August 2024

Ariège, 27th july 2024

Montpellier, 14th july 2024

Montpellier, 14th july 2024

Vinezac 9 june 2024, european elections

Aubrac, may 2024

Causse Méjean, april 2024

Emma, 8th november 2020

Lisboa, february 2018

Crégy-les-Meaux, 1st april 2017

Amsterdam, january 2017

Amsterdam, february 2016

Berlin, may 2014

Self-portrait, Baie de Somme 25th May 2009

Baja California, 2 february 2008

Atacama, 2000

Lago Agrio, august 1997

Egypt, december 1990

Ecuador 1988

Atacama, june 1988

Torres del Paine, february 1988

Lyon quai Jean Moulin 1987, early morning view from the first place I lived in France

Grand father in law, 1979 ?

1962 ?

Vinezac, 27th January 2025
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The Virgin, silent, reigns within the hollow of the stone like an immovable beacon in an ocean of prayers. She promises nothing but offers everything: a refuge for weary souls, a smile for eyes searching for eternity.
How far should one go in taking risks? Far enough to feel honest with oneself, to carve a path even if it’s not followed. In a world where everything accelerates, choosing slowness and mystery is already an act of resistance. Audacity isn’t measured by its success but by the depth of its impulse.
Contemporary photography has a knack for disconcerting its audience. It chooses silence where the times demand noise. Where we expect the spark of emotion or the beauty of a gesture, it offers a blank wall, an abandoned chair, a void. We seek to feel, but boredom takes its place.