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The thin extremity of a sun ray offered the immortal sheen to the gray stone. It's pretty and brilliant, it's the opal I'm photographing.
I don't make pictures, the nature or the men just create it, and I fixed them.
I fix in the so closed frame of my objective what my eyes wouldn't keep in my memory.
I like to detect the part of sweetness, the harmonious lines or a nice jumble of oblique and curves, with what happens during my walks. Often the sun is the best assistant for revealing infinite poetry, sometimes so tiny. It will let some wild shades to the dried and gnarled branches of the winter trees, that I particularly like and will lay his caressing rays between the brightened bulges of strange gargoyles.
Nature is proud and generous in this way, she will match lights and multiple shades and her forms to highlight herself entirely, offering dreaming panoramas, or shyly, will reveal the back of a petal, sweet and velvety. I own many crazy trees, remote meadows where certainly lives a silent stream, and some grapes still green, behind high flowered weeds. I'm so amazed, I'm keeping images.
The objective fixed under the sun, some generous friends who saw their portraits through my albums. You will not find them here, faces whom lines have been fixed into an expression, not always in their best moments, I enjoyed stealing an instant when the features of face took the form of the ferocity or the boredom, some looks crossing or being lost. I keep lively pictures, pictures of movement, the friends often laugh to it.
I have been surprised in front of stone and wood, builded together in times and with forgotten intentions. standed in their verticality, exposing themselves in all their highness to the light : buildings in Porto, cathedrals or smaller churches, in their whole aspects or in a curious detail, I dived in to bring up images. My rides brought me peacefully from Normandy, to Portugal and Paris, I stooped for rusty fisherman boats, statues in the Louvre's garden, iridescent ceramics covering fronts of houses.
I feel like if each thing can give me a picture that seduces me. I'd rather let the camera reveal what's impressive, what's disturbing, what's sensual in the detail or in the entire than I decide to center. Taking unexplored ways, pictures must suggest the travel, making me look out over usual visions. A point, a dyed, a line, a texture come and satisfies my crave of keeping. There is no power of creation in photography, but I like to present, at the moment when I choose to fix a picture, something like a bit of a slight movement, a start of vivacity sometimes strange and faraway.