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Every time I decide to go stretch my legs, I leave the house with the idea of seeing or discovering something.  This something doesn’t have to be important, it doesn’t need to transform my thoughts or my life.  What I’m might find may be trivial or interesting, but what matters to me is that I will see or notice something.  Even if my steps always follow the same path, I start with the idea that a subject will catch my attention, no matter what it is I know that I will take the time to stop to examine it close up or from far away.  An insect, a ray of sunlight that illuminates a leaf or a flower, a pebble that has been moved by another shoe, a cloud, a mountain, whatever it is I stop and I allow my senses to feel and appreciate this pause.  I am never disappointed, the simplicity of a walk always presents me with a gift that I open with pleasure.

This fall, the vineyards presented me with amazing colors. They are like a symphony orchestra where each section is visible, where each of them plays when the conductor’s baton points towards them. My eyes are like a maestro’s baton, they search, they point and linger on certain colored plots, each of them presents me with different colors, lines, rows, columns. A cacophony of notes but together they create a magnificently coherent. My baton makes me notice squares, rectangles of different widths, vines of different heights, it’s a giant sheet of geometry. Once satisfied that I have appreciated this beautiful score, I grab my camera, I record the symphony of colors that surround me. This walk of the senses has filled me with oxygen, happiness and joy. But even if I did not have a concrete memory thanks to my photos, I am far from forgetting this living and fleeting work because I feel that my mind, my heart and my soul will keep it living in me. These memories were created by a concrete experience so it will be impossible for me to forget them.