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ON A SIDEWALK OF BORNEO

Published March 3rd, 2012

BORNEAN ORANGUTAN IN SABAH PROVINCE, BORNEO

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OUR SANITIZED INSANITY

Published March 1st, 2012

MANHATTAN'S ARCHITECTURE

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FOR A CORNER OF BLUE SKY

Published February 29th, 2012

THE BUDDHISM MONASTERY OF PHUKTAL, ZANSKAR, HIMALAYAS

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COUNTDOWN FOR DOWNPOUR

Published February 28th, 2012

HARVEST TIME IN THE PADDY FIELDS OF BALI

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Ease the winter chores

Published February 27th, 2012

Japanese macaques at the advent of winter

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Yesterday after tomorow

Published February 22nd, 2012

THIS TITLE IS HERE TO ENHANCE MY JOY AND FEELING WHEN I SEE, AT LAST, THAT SECONDS CAN BE OLIVE OIL ON A HOT TEFLON PAN. DOESN'T STICK ON MY SPACE. YOU'RE HERE; IT COULD BE YESTERDAY, IT SHOULD BE TOMORROW. OF COURSE, HERACLITUS SAYS THAT “YOU CAN NEVER STEP INTO THE SAME RIVER; FOR NEW WATERS ARE ALWAYS FLOWING ON TO YOU.” IT'S TRUE, BUT YOU CAN ENJOY THE SAME RIVER FLOWING UNDER THE BRIDGE. LET'S BE MEDITATIVE RATHER THAN PHILOSOPHICAL. ADMIRE HUMANITY AND THESE BALINESE WOMEN WORKING HARD ON THE PADDY FIELD FOR THRESHING THE RICE.

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A dancer and the leaves

Published February 21st, 2012

A DOUBLE DOSE OF LITTLE MINXES ON THIS NEW WEEK. LONG TIME NO SEE MY HAIRY FRIENDS OF BORNEO, THE GINGERS OF THE WILD, THE APES ON THE ESCAPE, I'M CALLING THE ORANGUTANS. A WORLD SHRINKING AWAY, A CANOPY FULL OF MYSTERIES TURNING INTO FIELDS BURNED BY THE SUN, BORNEO IS NEITHER A HAPPY PLACE NOR A LOCATION YOU COME TO BURST YOUR HEART WITH HOPE. RATHER WITH SORROW. STILL, YOU CAN CAN MEET A TIGHTROPE WALKER, A BOY DANCING WITH BUTTERFLIES.

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At the advent of winter

Published February 20th, 2012

AT THE ADVENT OF WINTER, WHEN THE SNOWFLAKES START TO SPARKLE SLUGGISHLY ON THE DUST, WHEN THE COLORS ARE GONE WITH THE LAST MIGRATORY BIRDS, THERE IS A CHANGE IN BEHAVIORS IN THE PRIMATE WORLD (HUMAN BEINGS INCLUDED). A KIND OF SADNESS IS SHOWN THROUGH THE COLD TOUCH OF THE STONE, ONCE WARMED UP BY THE SUN. BUT IT COULD BE JUST ANTHROPOMORPHISM…

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Industrial devolution

Published February 18th, 2012

TODAY, IT'S SATURDAY! AND SATURDAY, IT'S A RE-POST FROM THE LOST ARCHIVES IN 500PX.

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NEW YORK IS NOT MANHATTAN, NEITHER JERUSALEM IS THE OLD CITY NOR PRAGUE THE HISTORICAL CENTER. IT'S MORE. NEW YORK WAS MARKED BY THE INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION, AND EVEN IF BY NOW WE ARE IN A POST-INDUSTRIAL SOCIETY, AKA INFORMATION, SERVICES AND FINANCE BY WAY OF ECONOMY, YOU SEE THE SCARS OF THE PAST, BECOMING NOW STIGMATA IN OUR IMAGINATION. NEW YORK IS STILL FILLED WITH CHIMNEYS, OIL DRUMS, MOUNDS, AND YOU FEEL THE BLACK DUST, THE BLACK TAR, THE BLACK NAILS.

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Storm by Himalayan dusk

Published February 17th, 2012

THERE IS SOME DAYS WHERE, SEARCHING FOR THE BEST SPOT AND BEST TIME FOR A PHOTO, YOU'RE SATISFIED AND STILL, YOU WANT TO LEAVE QUICKLY, TO FIND PEACE AND WARMTH NEAR A PIZZA AND A BEER. I WAS HERE, ONE HOUR AWAY BY MOTORBIKE FROM THE CLOSEST WOODEN OVEN DELIVERING A MARGHERITA, WAITING FOR THE STORM TO COME CLOSER DESPITE THE COLD (AT NEAR 13000 FT/4000M) AND THE HIMALAYAN ISOLATION. SUDDENLY YOU FEEL THE CHILLY GUSTS OF WIND CALLING FOR THE FIRST RAIN SQUALLS. RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT, YOU PACK YOUR CAMERA AND START THE ENGINE.

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Storm by Himalayan dusk

Published February 17th, 2012

THERE IS SOME DAYS WHERE, SEARCHING FOR THE BEST SPOT AND BEST TIME FOR A PHOTO, YOU'RE SATISFIED AND STILL, YOU WANT TO LEAVE QUICKLY, TO FIND PEACE AND WARMTH NEAR A PIZZA AND A BEER. I WAS HERE, ONE HOUR AWAY BY MOTORBIKE FROM THE CLOSEST WOODEN OVEN DELIVERING A MARGHERITA, WAITING FOR THE STORM TO COME CLOSER DESPITE THE COLD (AT NEAR 13000 FT/4000M) AND THE HIMALAYAN ISOLATION. SUDDENLY YOU FEEL THE CHILLY GUSTS OF WIND CALLING FOR THE FIRST RAIN SQUALLS. RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT, YOU PACK YOUR CAMERA AND START THE ENGINE.

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Concrete density of men

Published February 16th, 2012

WHAT I LIKE IN NEW YORK (OR RATHER MANHATTAN I SHOULD SAY) AS A PLAYGROUND FOR MY CAMERA IS THAT EVERY STRIDE, EVERY NEW POSITION OF MY SOLES ON THE ASPHALT IS A PROMISE OF A NEW POINT OF VIEW. SOMETIMES IT'S VERY SUBTLE (ESPECIALLY AFTER ONLY ONE STEP), BUT THE HARMONY AMID THE BUILDINGS ALWAYS ALTERS, CREATING NEW COMPOSITIONAL, TENSION LINES, NEW LINEAR PERSPECTIVES, NEW DYNAMICAL DIAGONALS. ALL THE FUN IS TO PINPOINT THE NEW CENTER OF BALANCE IN THE SIGHT. TO EXPLORE IT. TO EXPLOIT IT.

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Of vanilla & raspberries

Published February 15th, 2012

TODAY, AFTER THE PEPPERMINT OF THE MOSS, I GIVE YOU THE SECOND COLOR COOKIE, AS PROMISED…. IT'S EASY TODAY. JUST A DREAM, THAT'S TO SAY A VAGUE EMOTION, NOT AN EDGY DRAMATIZATION OF OUR INNER AGITATION. JUST A COMFY DRESSING GOWN MADE OF MAPLE LEAVES ROASTED MEDIUM RARE. JUST A BED OF COLORS AS RICH AS THE FINE TANNIN OF A BURGUNDY. NO NEED TO PHILOSOPHIZE. NO NEED TO THINK. JUST A NAP ON THIS KYOTO CANOPY OF A PAST SEASON. IT WAS YESTERDAY; IT WILL BE TOMORROW.

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A canopy of fern green

Published February 14th, 2012

I'VE PREPARED FOR YOU A DOUBLE COOKIE OF COLORS MADE IN KYOTO, TODAY AND TOMORROW. JUST TO BRIGHTEN UP A BIT THIS PAGE. SO, ENJOY THIS GREEN MOSS, SO DIFFICULT TO RENDER SINCE THE GREEN WAS PURE. NO YELLOW MIXED. NO SOMETHING ELSE. GREEN AS AN EMERALD. GREEN AS GREEN CAN BE. THE GREAT THING WITH A TEMPLE GARDEN IS YOU FIND BEAUTY IN THE HIDDEN DETAILS. OF COURSE, YOU NEED TO WALK ON ALL FOURS, THE CHIN LAID ON THE MOSS AS THOUGH ON THE CLOTH OF A BILLIARD. IF THERE IS SHAME, WELL, WHERE IS THE GOOD PHOTO?

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Solemn thought for a boy

Published February 13th, 2012

YOU KNOW, I LOVE TO START THE WEEK BY A MONKEY. DON'T KNOW WHY, BUT, WELL, WHY NOT? IT'S KIND OF REFLECTION OF THE HUMAN CONDITION, A WAY TO REMEMBER THAT OUR EXISTENCES ARE SMOKE SCREENS, WITH BEHIND THE LIFE WE DON'T LIKE TO FACE ANYMORE. OUR MIND IS FILLED WITH MACHIAVELLIAN REALITIES, EACH OF THEM BEING A PANEL IN THE RAISING OF A MAZE. REALITY IS NOT VERITY. THE TRUTH IS, WE LIVE TO PROTECT OUR LIFE. TO EAT. TO SLEEP. AND TO FIND SOME HEAT IN THE HOT SPRING TO SPARE OUR FLESH. LIKE THIS BABY MACAQUE.

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Iron stems soon to seed

Published February 11th, 2012

AFTER THE DREAMY EMOTION OF YESTERDAY, LET'S SET AGAINST IT THIS DARKNESS, AN ALLURING NIGHTMARE.

THIS TIME, I POST THIS PHOTO WITH A PROPER TITLE COMING FROM THE IDEA OF THE SUNFLOWERS GOING HIGH TO GET THE SUN AND FROM THE LETTUCE (INDEED, I COMPARE NEW YORK TO A LETTUCE…), WHICH RUNS TO SEED AFTER THE FIRST SPRING GONE, AND DOING SO BY A WILD GROWTH, IN HEIGHTS BEYOND TOMATOES' GRASP. THIS URBAN JUNGLE? A PEACEFUL KITCHEN GARDEN AT THE MOST…

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The sweet berth of Shiva

Published February 10th, 2012

THIS PHOTO IS SPECIAL, SOME OF YOU WOULD (SHOULD?) SAY WEIRD. I EXPLAIN. JANUARY IN BENARES (AKA VARANASI) IS "COLD" (IN THE INDIAN WAY) AND THE FOG IS THICK AS THE CIGAR SMOKE AROUND WINSTON CHURCHILL. REMEMBER: ALL LIGHTS AND CONDITIONS ARE GOOD TO MAKE PHOTOS, YOU JUST NEED TO ADAPT YOURSELF TO THE ENVIRONMENT. I'VE FOUND THE DETAILS INTO AN ALMOST WHITE RAW FILE. OF COURSE, THE CRISPY FOCUS IS GONE, AS SUBTLE SHADES. WHAT IS LEFT IS THIS STRONG EMOTION (AT LEAST FOR ME, MY WORK BEING TO SHARE IT) OF A PAINTED WORLD, WHITEWASHED BY MILLENNIUMS OF JOYS AND PAINS. AND MEN, WOMEN, CHILDREN, ALL ARE STILL HERE, LIVING AND FEELING. LIKE PAINTERS USED TO GO BEYOND THE CLEARNESS TO FIND A SOUL IN THEIR WORLD, THIS PHOTO IS ABOUT LOOSENING YOUR SENSES (FOND TO A NARRATION) AND ATTACHED YOURSELF TO THE EMOTIONS.

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Touch the flesh of a smile

Published February 9th, 2012

ALWAYS LOVED THE BLACK FILLET ON A MOLDING, THE INLAID DUST MIXED WITH FILTH OF ANCIENT FURNITURE, THE VARNISH BY MILLIONS ELBOWS ON A TABLE. SCARS OF TIME ON OBJECT WE APPRECIATE. MEMORIES WE DON'T HAVE BUT ENJOY TO IMAGINE, WHETHER SAD OR HAPPY. ON THIS APSARA, BURIED IN A TEMPLE IN ANGKOR, LET'S TOUCH THIS CHEEK SO SWEET, OF RUGGED STONE MADE, TO LIVE ONCE AND FOR ALL IN THE CHIMERA; ANYWAY, ILLUSIONS ARE OUR PRACTICAL WORLD.

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Blood of burgeoning fall

Published February 8th, 2012

WHEN THE INDIAN SUMMER ARRIVES TO JAPAN, THE MAPLE TREES SING A COLORFUL MELODY, WITH AN INFINITY OF SHADES, AND TO GO BELOW THIS CANOPY GIVES YOU AN INFINITY OF PHOTOGRAPHS. EACH LEAF HAS MANY DIFFERENT SIDES, NOT ONLY TWO. BY THE MORNING OR BY THE LEFT, OR RIGHT, NEW WONDERS APPEAR AND IN FACT, IT'S QUITE HARD TO STAY FOCUS AND TO FIND THE PERFECT ANGLE FOR WHAT YOU WISH TO SHOW. BUT YOU FEEL THIS SAP HAS TURNED BLOOD FOR TREES FLUSHING CRIMSON.

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Graves on Elysian fields

Published February 7th, 2012

THE TITLE REFERS TO A WEIRD EMOTION AT THE SIGHT OF MANHATTAN. YOU FEEL THE EXCITEMENT TO BE IN A PLACE UNIQUE IN THE HISTORY OF HUMANITY, FILLED WITH THE GRANDNESS OF OUR IMAGINATIVE MINDS. A LONG BREATHE FOR INSPIRATION. AS THOUGH YOU'VE ARRIVED AT THE END OF THE EARTH, ON THE ELYSIUM, WHERE ALL HEROES OF YOU CHILDHOOD ARE GATHERED. MEANWHILE, YOU CAN'T TOTALLY LEAVE ASIDE THE MELANCHOLY SINCE ALL THESE BUILDINGS REMIND YOU SOME CENOTAPHS, MAUSOLEUMS AND GRAVES, IN SHORT A CEMETERY OF MANKIND. IN BOTH CASE, YOU'RE BEYOND THE LIVING WORLD. DEAD OR IMMORTAL, A KIND OF PEACE.

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Arise, old Bishamon!

Published February 6th, 2012

WELL, YOU KNOW MY PLEASURE FOR MYSTERIOUS TITLES, JUST TO TITILLATE YOUR CURIOSITY. WHEN I'VE SEEN THIS JAPANESE MACAQUE IN THE WATER, IT WAS LIKE AN APPARITION, BORN FROM THE PRIMEVAL HOT BROTH, EMERGING LIKE URSULA ANDRESS IN "DR. NO". OR RATHER LIKE A WARRIOR FROM AN ANCIENT WORLD, COMING BACK AND FOCUSED ON HIS CHORE. BISHAMON IS AN ANCIENT JAPANESE GOD OF THE WAR, AND THE PERFECT TRANSLATION IN MY MIND OF WHAT I'VE FELT AT THE MOMENT.

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Duke of York's citadel

Published February 4th, 2012

TODAY, IT'S SATURDAY! AND SATURDAY, IT'S RE-POST OF LOST ARCHIVES IN 500PX.

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OF COURSE, THE DUKE GAVE HIS NAME TO NEW YORK. HERE IS A VIEW OF THE FINANCIAL DISTRICT, WITH THE DENSITY SO PECULIAR TO MANHATTAN. SOME PEOPLE WILL FIND IT CLAUSTROPHOBIC, I FIND IT EXHILARATING. NOT ALWAYS, BUT USUALLY. IT REMEMBERS ME MANY THINGS, AS THE DRAWING OF THE "CITÉS OBSCURES" FROM FRANCOIS SCHUITEN FOR EXAMPLE, OR EVEN "BLADE RUNNER". IN FACT, TO WALK HERE, EVEN EVERY DAY, AND I WILL GET SOME FLASHBACKS OF PAINTINGS I SAW, MAYBE ONLY ONCE, CREATING IN MY MIND AND AROUND ME A KIND OF CULTURAL BROTH IN WHICH I SWIM WITH DELIGHT.

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Iron forge & barren moon

Published February 3rd, 2012

A BIT A FRESH AIR TODAY, SINCE WE CLIMB NEAR THE ISLAND PEAK, IN THE HEART OF THE NEPALESE HIMALAYAS. THE WINTER IS COMING, AND AFTER THE FIRST SNOW STORM, THE LAND, HERE AT 15500 FT [4750M], HAS FROZEN. THE SUN DOES ITS BEST, BUT NEVER A CLOUD LOOKS MORE THREATENING THAN NOW, WITH EVERY SHADOW BEING THE PROMISE TO BENUMB YOUR LIPS.

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Down to earth, for a while

Published February 2nd, 2012

AFTER HONG KONG YESTERDAY, IT'S A SMALL TRIP TO PING'AN, SOUTHERN CHINA. YOU'RE IN THE VICINITY OF THIS VILLAGE, A 10MN WALK UP HILL THROUGH STONE PATHS AND EDGES OF RICE TERRACES. YOU SMOKE THE FRESH AIR. YOU DRINK THE DRAUGHT IN YOUR HAIR. PEACEFUL MORNING ON THE RIDGE OF THE WORLD.

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Fish, merely a thing

Published February 1st, 2012

COME BACK TO ONE OF MY FAVORITE SERIES, "FISH OUT OF WATER". COME BACK IN THE LABORATORY OF FRANKENSTEIN, WHERE LIFE SMELLS DEATH, AND DEATH SMELLS BAD. EXISTENCES ARE TWISTED, DISTENDED, DISTORTED. A CLAUSTROPHOBIC METAMORPHOSIS. THE END MATURES SO MUCH, THE MEMORY OF THE START BECOMES INTENSE.

IN THE STREET OF HONG KONG, IN TINY BAGS HANGED UP ABOVE NOT A SEA, NOT A SOIL, BUT ASPHALT, THE EXOTIC FISHES ARE AS COMMON AS DEAD MEAT AT THE BUTCHER'S STALL.

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Womb of the earth

Published January 31st, 2012

AS IS TRANSLATED JIZO, OR JIZOU, A DIVINE GUARDIAN OF THE UNBORN AND STILLBORN. THE LOVELY STATUE OF THIS DIVINITY IS FOUND NEAR KYOTO, JAPAN, IN THE SANZENIN GARDEN AROUND A TEMPLE BELONGING TO THE TENDAI SECT OF BUDDHISM. THE PLACE IS PEACEFUL IN THE EARLY MORNING, WHEN THE TOURISTS ARE STILL IN THE SHOPS AROUND TO BUY PICKLES. THERE IS A TENDERNESS IN THIS STONE FACE VERY APPROPRIATE TO RESPOND TO THE SILENT PEACE OF THE MOSS. TIME OF MEDITATION. TIME FOR A CONTENTED SIGH.

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Warm milk by dawn frost

Published January 30th, 2012

CENTURIES ARE FLYING, STILL A BABY IS BORN SOMEWHERE ON THE DAY AND NEED A SIMPLE NIPPLE TO FEED ITS SOUL AND FILL ITS BELLY. BY THIS COLD MORNING AT THE START OF WINTER, SOME WEEKS AGO, THIS JAPANESE MACAQUE FINDS PEACE BEYOND THE WET FUR OF ITS MOTHER, DRINKING MILK AND COMFORT. IN THE MOUNTAINS NEAR NAGANO, A DAY GOES ON.

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A NICE TUESDAY FOR EACH OF US!

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Freedom of thought

Published January 28th, 2012

THIS GORILLA IS NOT A FREE MAN, IF CAN SAY SO. YOU CAN SEE A SOUL IN JAIL OR A MIND AT PEACE, OR EVEN A BODY IN REST. POLYSEMY OF A PICTURE IS ONE OF THE TREASURE OF OUR MEDIA (THE ARTISTIC CURVE ON WHICH IS BUILT A STORY) AND A CURSE (USING THIS WEAKNESS FOR DEMAGOGY AND PROPAGANDA). TWO OPPOSITE SIDES OF THE SAME COIN. SO, CHOOSE THE GOOD SIDE OF THE FORCE!

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Forgotten anchor of Time (somewhere on the bed ...

Published January 27th, 2012

IN A WORLD CONTINUOUSLY MOVING LIKE QUICK SANDS UNDER OUR STEPS, IT REFRESHES YOUR MIND AND YOUR PRIORITIES WHEN, AT LAST YOU CAN BREATH SOME AIR, ADMITTEDLY POLLUTED BUT IN WHICH THE WORLD IS RESTING. EXISTENCE ARE HARSH ALONG THE GANGES RIVER, HERE IN VARANASI, OLD BENARES, BUT WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU WILL SEE TOMORROW. AND IT'S COMFORTING.

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Coral lips on jade canopy

Published January 26th, 2012

AFTER THE GRITTY PHOTO OF YESTERDAY, I KNOW, YOU NEED SOME COMFORT. WELCOME IN THE EIKANDO GARDEN IN KYOTO, TO ATTEND THE LAST STRIKE OF HEAT BEFORE THE WINTER, WHEN SPRING WAS STILL A WARMTH CRADLING YOUR BREAKFAST. FOR THE LEAVES, SHOW MUST GO ON, AND THE FIRE OF THESE MAPLES TREES ARE NOT SYRUP BUT FOR THE SOUL, IT'S SWEET ENOUGH.

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Over the bridge of sighs

Published January 25th, 2012

YEAP, IT'S A BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATER. BUT, YOU KNOW, THERE ARE ALWAYS SOME PEOPLE FISHING HERE, AT THE SUBWAY PIER. SEEMS POSSIBLE TO GET SOME BASSES, BUT SOMEONE TOLD ME THAT THE LEVEL OF PCB IS TOO HIGH NOW FOR A DECADE, SO… OH, BY THE WAY, YOU ARE ON ROOSEVELT ISLAND, NEW YORK CITY, JUST FACING MANHATTAN. WALK STRAIGHT AHEAD OVER THE QUEENSBORO BRIDGE (IT WILL BE THE 59TH STREET) AND YOU ARRIVE ON SOUTH CENTRAL PARK.

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Lilliput before Lemuel

Published January 24th, 2012

I'M POSTING THIS PHOTO AGAIN IN REACTION TO THE LAST WORK, NO TO DEBASE THE LITTLE SHEPHERD BUT TO ENHANCE THE SOUL OF THIS BABY MONKEY. NO DIFFERENCE, RIGHT? IF YOU FOLLOW A BIT THIS PAGE, THIS IS THE SAME SEQUENCE THAN IN THE PHOTO "PLEASED WITH A RATTLE, TICKLED WITH A STRAW". THE SAME JAPANESE MONKEY, WHICH WALKED ON THE FLOOR OF THE HOT SPRING POOL IN MY DIRECTION. I WAS ALREADY ON ANOTHER PORTRAIT, WHEN I SAW HER ALMOST A MY FEET. I'VE HAD TO STAND ON TIPTOE, CAMERA AS HIGH AS I CAN TO GET THE MINIMAL DISTANCE OF THE 300MM 2.8. THIS BABY WAS NOT BEGGING: SHE WAS TWISTING HER FINGERS BY A SHYNESS FIGHTING THE CURIOSITY. PURE CUTE CHILDLIKE NOSINESS!

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Little himalayan shepherd

Published January 21st, 2012

TODAY, IT'S SATURDAY! AND SATURDAY, IT'S RE-POST OF LOST ARCHIVES IN 500PX.

THIS GIRL HAS THE SLY SMILE OF THE FRIENDLY PEOPLE OF ZANSKAR, A COUNTRY LOST AT 14000 FT (4200m) IN THE HIMALAYAS.

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New yorker iron glower

Published January 20th, 2012

AFTER THE SALLOW BANK OF BENARES, I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE NICE TO SHOW TODAY THE DENSE RIVERSIDE OF NEW YORK. GANGES VS EAST RIVER. I LOVE BOTH CITIES, YOU CAN SEE WHY. I'VE LIVED DURING ONE AND HALF YEARS IN BENARES, LIKING THE DIRTY HOLY DENSITY OF THIS PLACE. NEW YORK HAS THE SAME COMPACTNESS AND AN IDENTICAL PARADOX. AT ONCE PHYSICAL HERD INSTINCT AND LONELINESS OF THE SOUL. IN BOTH CITY, THERE IS THIS INTENSITY OF EXISTENCE, AND TO DEADEN YOUR MIND IS WORTH A LOBOTOMY BY A BULLET. YOU NEED TO BE STRONG, YOU CAN'T REST ON YOUR LAURELS. TO ENHANCE THE SOUL BY GRINDING UP THE BODY.

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Earthy face of Benares

Published January 19th, 2012

ENTRY OF A NEW SERIES TODAY, CALLED "MILLENNIUMS OF MILLIONS GODS"

BY MUD, DUNGS AND GRACE, HERE IS THE BANKS OF BENARES.

CALLED GHATS, THEY ARE GARLANDS OF INDIAN EXISTENCES ALONG THE GANGES RIVER. HOLY PLACE, WASHING PLANT, CRICKET GROUND, WATER BUFFALO SHED, MORNING ABLUTIONS, PUBLIC RESTROOM, EVERYTHING HAPPENING INSIDE A HOUSE OR IN A STREET CAN OCCUR ALONG THIS BANK. HERE IS ONE OF THE BURNING GHAT, WHERE DEAD PEOPLE ALL OVER INDIA WISH TO BE CREMATED.

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Maple monochrome

Published January 18th, 2012

I'M NOT USED ENOUGH TO COLORS, SO, TO BE IN JAPAN FOR THE KOYO FESTIVAL OF AUTUMN, IT'S LIKE TO ENTER A CANDY SHOP FOR A DIABETIC: IT'S A DREAM AND NIGHTMARE. TEMPTATION AND REMORSE (WELL, COLORS ALWAYS DISTRACT ME FROM A POTENTIAL STORY). I DECIDED TO GO JUST ON THE EMOTION, AND I FEEL BETTER NOW. JAPANESE MAPLE CANOPY ,IN SEPTEMBER, IS WILLY WONKA'S CHOCOLATE FACTORY.

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White stripes of America

Published January 17th, 2012

WELCOME BACK TO NEW YORK, IN CHELSEA NEIGHBORHOOD, FOR A NEW BUILDING BY THE ARCHITECT FRANK GEHRY. NOT MY USUAL STYLE, BUT WHEN IT CROSSED MY LENS, IT WAS DIFFICULT TO REFUSE THIS PHOTO. TO MY NAKED EYES, THIS SIGHT WAS ALREADY A LIFE-SIZE CAD (COMPUTER-AIDED DESIGN). IT HAS AN UNREAL TOUCH, WHICH IS FOR ME IS ONE OF THE FAULTS OF MANY MODERN ARCHITECTS. TOO MUCH THOUGHTS, NOT ENOUGH SENSE FOR A TOWN PLANNING. IT'S A BEAUTIFUL BUILDING, BUT IT'S LIKE A DREAM SIGHT, NOT SOMETHING YOU WANT TO ENTER.

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Creation of Laputa

Published January 16th, 2012

LAPUTA? A CASTLE IN THE AIR, AS THE ONE IMAGINED BY THIS DREAMER.

A SIMIAN TRANCE FOR A JAPANESE MACAQUE. AFTER THE BATH ON HOT SPRING AND DESPITE THE WIND AND THE FIRST SNOW OF THE WINTER, IT'S TIME FOR A DEEP SLEEP ON THE ROCKS, UNDER A MILKY SKY, WITH NO SHADOWS BUDDING IN THIS DAY. SLOWLY, TO APPROACH THE DREAMER, TO SEE THE PRIMAL STRENGTH OF THE OBLIVION.

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Sushi harvest

Published January 14th, 2012

TODAY, I RELOAD A PHOTO LOST IN THE VAULT OF 500PX. THIS ONE IS A SCENE AT THE VILLAGE OF BUNUTAN, IN THE HEART OF BALI. IT'S HARVEST TIME, WITH SOME WOMEN WORKING ON THE THRESHING, IN ORDER TO SEPARATE THE GRAIN FROM THE CHAFF. IN A HURRY SINCE HEAVY CLOUDS ARE COMING AND THE RICE NEEDS TO BE STOCKED BEFORE ANY RAIN DAMAGE.

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The hearth lays on palms

Published January 13th, 2012

THE HEARTH IN CHINESE HOUSES BY A FRESH AUTUMN IN THE MOUNTAINS. WOOD, SLATE AND TILES. YOU'RE IN SOUTHERN CHINA, NEAR THE VILLAGE OF DHAZAI SURROUNDED BY RICE TERRACES. IT'S AN EARLY MORNING. HANDS IN FISTS TO FIGHT THE COLD DEW.

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Shakespearian monkey

Published December 23rd, 2011

Monkey or not monkey -- that is the question

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

This macaque is a tragedian or simply savoring the fruits of its past labor. Anyway, today we return in the magical world of the wet fur. The winter hobby of the sauna is not followed on these japanese mountains by a Finnish massage, but with flea picking and tickling, which should be nice to share. I was a poor photographer freezing his toes. But they never offered me this kind of sweet services. To contemplate the intense pleasure of this hairy lady, I became jealous indeed. I'm not proud of it… Fortunately, the neighboring Shibu Onsen is a spa village, famous for its offspring, and you have to (have to) do the ritual by going in each hot bath in town and get a stamp on your towel every time. It's the hard tradition.

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Caress on lost shadows

Published December 22nd, 2011

Here you got a textbook case. Wording of the exercise: how to deal with a bas-relief without creating endless boredom? The problem is complex. First, it's like photographing a page of a book. A fresco is a narration with a start and an end, with in the middle the creation of tensions. Take only the first panel and you lose the story, the interest of the work. Meanwhile, if you try to get all a bas-relief in your frame, you swamp the intensity by a mass of tiny so unreadable details. Second problem: there is no depth of field. No different layers on which the eyes could sail and weave a story. No perspective and lines of sight; in photography the bokeh is important as a tool of depth. The reading of a painting is made by clear lines, and the technique is similar than those for a photography but not the same. The depth of field is the main originality from our art media. In short, a bas-relief removes the specificity of the photography. Third problem now. We work with masses creating dyn ...

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Peace, cheep and peep

Published December 21st, 2011

This is what I like to encounter after the curve by the path. The ethnogeographic beauty of the human beings. The relation between men and their environment. Some of us will fight nature like in the ancient Egypt, where the architecture, massive and symmetric, was the symbol of the order countering the chaos of the papyrus and Nile. Chaos carries life but it's too unpredictable for Ramses and co. Some of us will melt into the nature, into the rock of the Petra's cliffs by the Nabataeans. Others will remain nature, with no differentiation, and the Coblocos tribe in the Amazon rainforest tries, still, to be just a part of a whole, in the same way as the jaguar and the macaw. Or you can adapt to nature and let the nature accommodates to you, like here, in the southern China, near the village of Ping'an.

It's a nest of humanity. Forget electricity and running water; just think peace. Existence is never easy, especially in the countryside, but here, it's never as cruel as in the urban areas ...

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Post-mortem concretion

Published December 20th, 2011

Welcome in a world deformed by my universe. If you have already sauntered in New York, on Lexington avenue, at the crossroad with 57th street, you know this concrete atoll I show you today. In the foreground, you see the plaza's Tempietto of the building called the Midtown book, in a post-modern style. It's weird, not built with the best taste in the world. Usually, you run past this architecture while you are pushed, against your free will, to Bloomingdale's, and worst, to the sales.

I'm a happy photographer, because I have to travel a lot, which means, when I come back to New York, I discover the city again, with newborn eyes, with a new appetite for the Manhattan's legends. After a few months strolling by alleys and avenues, under sun, under rain, I've a tendency to see, not to look at anymore. What I see is what I've already seen. You know, it's the feeling to be anchored at signs you've appreciated so much you're still attracted by them, not with curiosity but out of habit. It' ...

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Abide by the tide of tome

Published December 19th, 2011

Hidden from everyone during a year minus a day, the monk from the past appears among the rays. A monk turned Bodhisattva while getting almost the Nirvana, but decided to stay around men to help us to reach the Buddha. This figure strolled along generations of men, for millenniums of tiny seconds; this tutelary face made of four faces, looks each cardinal direction at once, at you, at everyone and shelter the hopes while repelling our demons, those powered by jealousy and mourning.

We are in the Himalayas, in Ladakh, in the monastery of Takthok. The Chaam festival has started with a life shorter than the one of a dragonfly. The air is hot when the sun hits, but in the shadows, the slightest breeze is felt like a blizzard. The dust is free to be chewed sand on molars, but it's still dust, drying your tongue and cry the eyes. Space by its vacuum is here, near you; the light is pure, strong, but when you think of the stroke of a merry sky on your skin, you burn and flake off like trout mo ...

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Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw

Published December 16th, 2011

I agree that this work is neither my best not from a high artistic quality, but what the hell, this fellow is too cute to keep the photo in my pocket. I was, with two Japanese photographers, during a session in the park of Yudanaka, near Nagano, and you can imagine the 'oooooooh' and 'aaaaaaah' blossoming around. This baby macaque, helped by the density of the water, was walking on his feet with the pace of Charlie Chaplin's tramp, while the wet fur looked like the pair of baggy pants. He was enjoying obviously to paddle in the hot spring… I really thought I've reached the peak of anthropomorphism! The little fluffy monkey was sharing so much happiness with me that I misted over twice my viewfinder with a sigh of delectation. The water was as clear as the glasses of Buddy Holly (I can't tell you enough my pleasure in front of theses distortions and reflections) and the surface was fuzzy with the vapors, hot water in contact with chilly gusts. It was 8 in the morning, on a quiet day, wi ...

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Oh, little blue hut

Published December 15th, 2011

Once upon a time, a little blue hut lived happy amid the wildness, dreaming about pink salmons and golden amber stones. These wooden planks were not crank, oh no, they were down-to-earth, rocked by the old Boreas, which wheezed through missing knots and open cracks. During years, the squalls scratched the timber, drops as millions of nails; the flurries hammered the walls, first like a swarm of shy squirrels, then with the violence of grizzlies, hungry after napping. The little blue hut dreamed, yes, to leave the rocky mountains and the snow eater, but not for going to the tropic of capricorn, oh no; the little blue hut was no-nonsense and wished just to reach Alaska, with still blizzards and showers around its corners. The difference? Pink salmons by the lakes and golden ambers stones by the seas.

So, at dawn in a winter morning, on the frozen motherland was his will burning. The little blue hut went to exile, with a smile he let his floor glided along the curves, downhill toward the ...

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The chronicle of Uriel

Published December 14th, 2011

Why the title? I've thought about an angel shattered at the bottom of a well. I know, this view is not from the edge of chasm, with its gorgeous verticality, but but but, the vertigo is the same, I mean, when you make a picture and you're focus on your subject, you can suddenly lost the direction of gravity. You're in a story, in the heart of your mind; doesn't matter where is the center of the earth. So, walking in the ruins of Preah Khan temple in Angkor, the lost figure of this Apsara appeared to me like Uriel, a divine guide, the light of God to follow, once radiant over the European plains, and now buried in the depths of an abyss amid banyan trees and termites. Just and only, narration and emotion (both stories) are the key, the core of a visual creation, and in this case not Angkor, not the buddhist value of an Apsara. So, yes, Uriel. He's the light, the splendor next to God (well, Uriel is a Prince of Presence: he can meet God; not every angel is able to do so!), he, Uriel, is ...

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Mundane course on 46th

Published December 13th, 2011

Did you ever stop to walk, tangled up in your chores, schedule and duties? At the standstill, did you ever look around you, taking this break for counting your pulse and your breath? Did you scrutinize, not with a glance, but from right to left with a twisted neck, and did you follow, for five seconds, this earth drifting? Were you thinking of you as a singularity amid an ocean of mundane presences? Then, suddenly, did you see yourself as another one, a ripple on the lake, while this cosmos shifting around was becoming a sum of eccentricities? Did you, on this day, on these days, observe the draught of the existences jostling against you, passing you, as something no more usual as it used to be, but as something unique, prompted by exemplary seconds with nothing casual, at all? Did you, ever, be shocked by this change, to see others as incomparable marvels while you evolved into a copy of yourself? Did you ever feel abruptly disembodied, floating in a world you didn't recognize anymore ...

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Violets and green cherries

Published December 12th, 2011

Green cherries, really? In a Chinese country? Don't worry, this title came to me by surrealist automatism, which means without a purpose or a signification. It just came to mind. No restriction, no correlation, no correction. Automatic writing is fun indeed. But even if the title was a mindless outburst of imagination at once and in front of the photo, it doesn't mean it's depraved of all interest. There are certainly some psychological repercussions and mental associations in it, but my purpose is not to explain those ones. I kind of like that mystery born by this technique.

It's not the first time, and not the last one as well, that I present you a freak, I mean, an accident of nature, a result not discerned during the shooting process, but coming to light in the darkroom. I remember clearly what was going on, in my mind, on this path amid the rice terraces of the "9 dragons and 5 tigers" view, near the village of Ping'an, in the Guangxi province, China. At first sight, the dying st ...

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On the verge of poise

Published December 9th, 2011

Amid the bubbles of this bath, a Japanese macaque and my elbows. Indeed, just my elbows and some chess hairs. Only? Well, I wanted to give you the feeling to be in company of this furry fellow, but yes, I didn't dare to plunge. Chiefly because when you know how many homo sapienses pee in a public pool, you suppose that these macaques will not take the risk to distort their bladders. But you have to make sacrifices. No, my virtue is still intact. But you have to put in some hard work.

Even if the macaques are around the hot baths a big part of the day (on the condition these hours are cold and cloudy, otherwise our friends prefer to copulate on the sunny slopes, I don't know why), you have to be patient to get the right expression, the revealing gesture, the intensity wished. With these monkeys, photographies are falsely easily done. They are not scared while being peaceful with bipeds (not among their muzzles, at the sight of so many squabbles, they hirsute rascals!). They are around ...

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To cradle from coffin

Published December 8th, 2011

It's crazy that every place smells life and death! More the surroundings show a joyfully exuberance, more you feel the putrefaction. Or is it just me? Hmm… I know that a putrid smell is an intense image to use here, but I really think it's appropriate in order to voice the shock to find beauty in ugliness, singularity in triteness, life in death. To become sensitive to the paradoxes of existence, that nothing is everything, and nothing appears without the loss of something, one of the keys is, in my opinion, to dig in realities to show their entrails in photography. If you have the chance to walk in the jungle, where the air is filled with butterflies, lianas and pollen, you know that all these breaths had to exist shortly in order to let their place to a greater number of new lives. The soil, so soft, in the park where you picnic and snooze after a cold turkey with too much mayo, this soil is, after all, made by centuries of daily deaths, from leaves to worms, from squirrels to tyrann ...

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From now till 1954

Published December 7th, 2011

The snow… I'm in a hurry now to put this photo before the flakes flutter everywhere on 500px. Soon you will see my autumn colors. So, before the first storm of the year seizes New York, let see how will be Central Park around the Gapstow bridge and the Pond in a few weeks from now.

Winter and snow modify the world; it alters the colors into a natural black & white, and the flakes are heavenly texture for a photographer. You have almost nothing to do. Just open your eyes, free a finger from the gloves and release the shutter. Really, open your eyes, I mean, look further than what you see through your corneas. Remember. 1954. "It should happen to you". George Cukor. Not even born I was. Spring 1954: Gladys Glover, the sparkling Judy Holiday, wearing a dress with a white poet collar, in company with Pete Sheppard, portrayed by Jack Lemmon in a tweed vest, are walking together on the bridge. They have just bumped into each other. He introduces himself; she's reluctant to give her name. Sh ...

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By the haven, serenity

Published December 6th, 2011

Welcome back at the harbor of the heaven on earth, when the moss steers the land on the ocean. Welcome at the Saiho-ji temple, near Kyoto, Japan. You have to wait for the bunch of tourists to pass by the alleys, in 10 minutes flat, using their Ipad as a camera for a photo while walking, and only after the rush, you get all the afternoon and the garden for you, for you to enjoy one of the best mossy tatami in the whole Japan.

Alone is good. You need to be alone. How to admire otherwise the peace exuding this handcrafted landscape if you're in the middle of a crowd, even if this crowd is just another person? You have to share the feeling you experience only with yourself, without to explain them to a friend by your side. It's the garden of a temple, offered at the meditation and contemplation in order to find yourself, not to share emotions. And you need to be alone to feel unashamed when you walk on all fours along the path, to discover marvels hidden under bushes and autumn leaves. Mo ...

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Face to faith

Published December 5th, 2011

I come back with a new photography from the Buddhist Chaam dances, this time in the monastery of Hemis, Ladakh, in the Himalayas. For every one wishing to attend one of this festival, I will make here a recommendation, which is good for many other series/documentaries you want to realize. It concerns the focal lengths, and since I'm using almost exclusively the long ones, you understand where I'm going.

In my opinion, to use a wide angle is wonderful, but I find myself submerged in too much space to make it fully interesting. I didn't learn how to use this lens, so when one is on my camera, I stutter and mess up my work. A blind spot or a bland zone, a space lying follow or an empty sign, that's a waste of space; it reduces the weight of a photo. Of course, you can do a photo about this void, in a way to represent a state of mind, but it's a different approach. Usually, the presence of a dead angle is more about the wrong handling of a short focal length. The visual signs captured by y ...

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Birth of Jack Frost

Published December 2nd, 2011

Love the apes and monkeys, you know that. I like their grimaces and funny faces; they seem not to hide behind a mask, and rather show a reflection in their eyes about what they feel at once. For example, being near this young Japanese macaque I've felt all his pleasure, a mix of solace and comfort, an intense emotion meeting a sensation. He was so at ease in this hot bath that I, shivering under the gusts and kneeling on the cold stone, I was ready to join him. Alas, my swimming trunk was at home… What you see on this picture is the vapors due to the cold sub-zero flurries on the surface of the hot spring. This phenomenon created filaments of steam, running on the water before to fly away like a duck in a hurry.

To photograph monkeys is a far less intellectual work than usual, and that's just a bliss. With a landscape, you have to think a lot about the composition, how it would work for the viewer, how a story could emerge, how to embrace, by a bunch of trees, a human feeling. You chan ...

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Variation on a rhapsody

Published December 1st, 2011

The view and processing is here quite classic, but notice the 'quite'. Indeed, there is some subtle variations. The first is the point of view. The classic view is more from the Queens, around Queensboro bridge, where the Chrysler building is on the left of the Empire State Building. The second nuance is on the time. It's an early winter hour, creating a low and strong light. As I said, it's subtle…

I've already explained in a text on another New York shot: of Manhattan every corner, every gutter has been photographed more times than the Christ of Rio de Janeiro. So from this fact, you have two solutions:

1. You leave the city and go to Milwaukee

2. You try, despite everything, to find something different

This is possible only if you help yourself. I mean, New York will not grow a mountain on Central Park for you to get an exclusive shot. You are, you, the only difference in this place. You need really to come here with your personality transcending the view of the Empire State Build ...

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Many folds of her cloak

Published November 29th, 2011

If yesterday was deep at the end of the men's journey, near the communal grave after some years of good time, today, the sun is again high in the sky, not at the Zeus's throne but near the couch of the cherubim, above the ears of the rice, below nothingness, in short among us. I take you today for a walk on the sunny ramps of some Chinese hills, near Longi village. How not to feel, from the surprise to be here, the heat, this fever by a dream firing your brow, a dream so strong it's beating your temples? Were you never astounded to see that some few steps after a few steps were able to lead you so far from home? Do you have, once, looked over your shoulder and seen a distance, a past journey you couldn't believe to have accomplished? Did you get this feeling that, despite this frail body and a breath just good to mist up your glasses, despite to be nothing more than a human being, a ludicrous silhouette lost amid stems and stalks, with no gods to protect you, with no devils to deceive ...

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Fortress of solitude

Published November 28th, 2011

This photo makes me sad, almost melancholic. I can't say for sure, but I think there is something tragic in this sight. It affects me, and I hope it will shake you too, without the need of my words to feel the heavy heart, the human condition.

This will of men and women to resist against something uncontrollable, untamable, what a glory! But to the end, all stones return to the mountain. To the end, all the energy to be of flesh and mind is lost in the common grave of Time. Some ruins enhance my mood in a happy way, with some lyrical outbursts, like amid the vestiges of Angkor. But here, with the cold, lassitude and sickness, the attempts of my forefathers to be heroic, to create an epic world on the remains of battles, yes, these vain gushes of love make me sad. Sometimes, to see the dream, these loves of these men hitting some realities, even the belief, a truth, and here again to see them while they dug deep down into the mountains, to see this dash turning over the universe to cre ...

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Can Spring be far?

Published November 25th, 2011

After a good night sleep, I woke up this morning, saying to myself: "let's go for a monkey today!" So here it is, the first portrait of Japanese macaques, near Nagano. The winter is late, autumn is hanging around, but the cold is slowly coming. At last, I can wear my gloves, which slept at the bottom of my bag for so many months! The japanese macaques are wonderful for their hirsute look, by a fur worth of a grizzly bear. I've met macaques (yes, I meet) all around Asia (even in Hong Kong), and if these Japanese fellows are not as much clowns and comedians as those from Bali, and furthermore never smile, their fluffy coat is however a gorgeous material for a photographer. With these lovely muzzles, all you have to do as photographer is to work on the tactile feeling you get in front of them, you know, this feeling forcing your fingers to rub against each other in order to keep them busy and far from the desire to stroke the hairy foreheads. They are, well, still wild animals and their f ...

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On the morn, nymphéas

Published November 23rd, 2011

[Not my best short story… Didn't have time to correct my rough draft… I know, it's not professional…]

This photo is special in my body of work since I've hustled here, during hours, with a special technique I seldom use. I wanted to obtain a painting finish, in reference to Claude Monet. Being in Japan at the moment, in Kyoto, to see these water lilies brought back a flood of memories in relation to this painter. Sometimes, to take a step back and to admire an artist, his memory, it's the best policy to advance further in your craft. I could here create a photo a bit more original, more personal anyway, but I didn't want to. Even if I was not in the garden of Giverny, home for thirty years of the impressionist artist, I felt that all this universe came back around me. It's a gorgeous feeling to accept love from the past, not by nostalgia, but by gratitude. To my credit, I'm proud to have taken, one day when I was living in Paris, the train for a 45 minutes journey to meet the ghost of ...

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The tale of Little Tomjones

Published November 22nd, 2011

Here is the story of an orphan cloud, with the given name of Tomjones, in one word and because of the song "She's a lady". Ask his mother. He was a baby cumulus wanted to be a storm, with no lighting yet to light his way. With his family, he came on a day of sale in Bloomingdale's as for a picnic in the vale. This journey was not for a courtesy call: it was determined by a contract between cumulus and Macy Inc. to create storms, for people to stay longer in the departments of the store. On this day, the family cumulus created the expected storm above New York, but their offspring, the young Tomjones was aside, ashamed because he couldn't wet his bed as every other cloud. Thus, he preferred to run away. He went above the Pond and the Gapstow bridge on the south of Central park, to find some loads able to make him heavier, to make him rain at last. Here, with the dream to gather some drops at the feet of geese taking flight, he searched for the webbed feet. Pity, their flaps were around ...

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Messy & morning breath

Published November 21st, 2011

It's 6:30 AM. You went to sleep late last night, after a family dinner with plates of durians and shoots, with some termites in dessert. It's dreadfully early for a morning dedicated usually to a snooze after the doze. And here we go, a 600mm lens is hammering at your door! How do you react? You scratch your head, maybe, maybe you dislodge the seam of your shorts (or tauten your nightie), then you walk wide-eyed in order to recognize this world, before to bang your front on the tree while looking through the spy-hole. This orangutan did exactly this, but yes I'm embroidering a little. It's a young fellow, shaky and needing a handrail. Sons and daughters of the Utan family stay at the parental home for many years, and this one obviously took his breakfast with brothers and sisters. I was almost hearing the voice of his mother, shouting for him to open the door and to know who was here. I was imagining the pout on his face while he dragged his feet with a powerful blend in the mind: hint ...

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To our crimson splendor

Published November 18th, 2011

"It is courage, courage, courage, that raises the blood of life to crimson splendor". I don't say it, somebody else has committed this sentence. But this lyric statement comes to mind when you walk through the Torii of Fushimi Inari shrine, near Kyoto. I've already explain the meaning of this Shinto arches in the text on "THE WAY OF GODS" (click on title to see it). In short, companies all around Japan have bought, and still buy, gates in order to please Inari, goddess governing the prosperity in business and family. The Japanese version of the Indian Ganesh, without the trunk.

Aaah, the blood of life… Men are really pissed off to be so nothing, such a matter easily spoiled by the stream of time. You build with a sense of greatness and you die in a poll of mixed blood and urine. I mean, that's simply not fair, right? Elvis Presley became dead meat on his toilet and Li Po, one of the greatest Chinese poet, drowned when he wanted to kiss the moon reflection and fell down from his boat. H ...

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"Freedom is nothing but a chance to be better"

Published November 17th, 2011

Feel. A lift. Toward the heavens, with some wafts luring delicately all my energy, bones and flesh onto some horizons I was not authorized to meet and know. Not before, but now was different. By the time I realized my glide, the winds pushed me on some new heights; I breathed better. New inspirations ripped my lungs. A dizzy spell astonished my mind. I didn't know that the air above my head could carry me so high. A fever embracing the flabby matter behind my eyebrows: this heat, it was the freedom. Not the idea of freedom; no causality, karma, conditionality. No idea, but the pure perception. The mind-blowing shock that pommeled the ribs until I found a seat. A dreamed abandon, something so organic that it couldn't be fully explained; it needed to be felt, to swallow this experience, these tears of joy born on the shore of freedom. It was something alive, not a notion. It was teeming in my guts like a tapeworm. Not pretty, not nice. How to share an emotion without demeaning it?

My yes ...

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By the light of 1942

Published November 16th, 2011

[The names of the paintings are hyperlinks, so you can click on them to see the works. Take care to open these pages in tabs…]

The today post has a special place in my collection for its contained reference, bred like an oyster, year after year, in order to gather one day, on this day, this pearl, not by an alleged quality but by its meaning: I met the illusive world born from the realities of Edward Hopper.

There was this girl on the steps of a coffee shop, the 88 Orchard, at the corner on Broome street, in Lower east side of Manhattan. By the light of an afternoon growing old and grey, by the bituminous shadows, thick and sticky, my pace led me through the past to the 'Phillies', 1942. "NIGHTHAWKS" painted the theater set of my existence on this day and hour. I even recalled from the old bar the rosewood shade, which had turned slightly carmine on the present bricks. I often came to this coffee shop. They made indeed a very good 'huevos rancheros panini' on the weekend. But it was th ...

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Charm of the ravages, musci#18

Published November 15th, 2011

I would like to clarify something today. If I'm using many references in these texts, it's neither by pretension nor presumptuousness, or to show my extensive culture, my subtlety, since the depth of my knowledge is in fact quite poor and embarrassing. These texts are for me a study on my own limited creative process, on how are made the mental associations to arrive to a particular result, good or bad it doesn't matter. What I've read, seen, experienced are the core of my associationist thinking. If you know me, even a bit by now, you will not be surprised to find a greek source for this quest. Indeed, the pioneer in this psychological theory is Aristotle with his text "On memory", when he speak about the "hunt through the mental train".

I don't see interest to explain my photos. In my portfolio, I don't give a name to the prints, except a code like a librarian reference, to help my search. A photo has to speak by itself, without description, without the author's biography, with ...

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That secret from the river

Published November 14th, 2011

Yes, that secret, do you know it? Me neither. I mean, not before to flip through some sheets (yeap, I like to be cheeky with a masterpiece), twenty years ago, where this question was asked from Siddhartha to his disciple. The author has traveled in India in the 1910's, but never went to China. Too bad, he would have loved the materialization of this secret. He would have seen, with his two own eyes, the painting of his spiritual inspiration, this kōan (meditation exceeding the power of the words, with the truth reachable by the only intuition). What I want to say, since I'm not clear I know I know, is that this landscape (not this photo, or on a very small scale) is a visual fulfillment of a Buddhist meditation, explained by Hesse in his book.

You're in a spot called the 'slender ditch view', just above the old village of Longi in China. You arrive there by a path through thousand-years-old rice terraces and dragonflies of the hour, in a early morning when you meet only the dogs retur ...

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Tatami for leprechaun

Published November 11th, 2011

The mosses in Kyoto are venerated, used with passion in private courtyards as much as in temple gardens. It was time for me to meet the Japanese national treasure, the cream of the best, the Fabergé egg lost in a farmyard crowded with quails, hens and ducks. The Saiho-ji temple, nicknamed Kokedera, was my idea to face the moss. After a reservation weeks before and a hefty fee presented generously as a donation, you're invited to copy a sutra in Japanese calligraphy, then to meditate, to sing, before finally to enter the sanctuary.

Here, the moss is an ocean; lumps for crests, hollows as troughs; the verdure waves conduct the ripples of time, draw the wrinkles on Aeon's temples. This enclosure, being a part of a zen temple, has a spiritual function, and as much agnostic you can be, if you are, this spirituality, well, you feel it quickly. So you set foot in the yard, and at once you're invited to a journey. There is this lure from a melody of curves, with beams of sun caught by the mos ...

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Wet dust on chilly dawn

Published November 10th, 2011

Once upon a day, a day awoke with such a hangover that I would have preferred to hide under the blanket. Since the blanket was my jacket and the bed a square of muddy straws in a sheepfold, since my bladder was a swollen up balloon, and my stomach a hole as painful as an ulcer, I deserved to stand up and fight for the sun. The room was isolated on the roof, amid the woods and cow pats, fuel for the winter. Outside, dawn looked more exhausted than a day on the seconds of its sunset. The light was sour to the eyes. The clouds were a pond of stagnant water, and men had to assume, alone, the energy to raise and assume the hours. Hard chore to carry out after a bad night. A drizzle burned my face with splinters of ice, soon were benumbed my eyes. The Himalayas were sleepy, nightcap below the elbows, and I was not in the mood to climb the paths of fallen rocks.

While a shiver failed to dislocate my shoulder, came to mind the evening before. The weak light on the bulk, swinging, lazy, its co ...

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No sigh, immured tears

Published November 9th, 2011

Following this PHOTO (click on it after reading)

Like every media, photography is prone to polysemy, that's to say that a word, visual for us photographers, can have different meanings according to their use and grammar. In a sentence, a word near a tiny coma can be seen as a dove for peace or the cutting edge of a sword. Fanatics, fundamentalists, extremists and activists use this propensity of a word to say anything and everything, for propagating populism and spreading wars. This is a terrible dark force of the languages, which are, and will be, never enough precise: how to frame a thought, unformed ocean, between clear words, meagre dikes? Can't be. Practically, it's another vain attempt to exist with reasons; vain yes, but also fundamental to the humankind. One more paradox to enrich our traumas… But this inconvenient from the syllables brings out as well an advantage. This flexibility is source of creativity; poetry draws from this rubber feature its strengths and powers. Because ...

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Bornean orangutan from Sabah area. Come back already with a DESCRIPTION (didn\'t resist long, I\'m a weak man). You will find it, posted as the first comment but as well in the blog. Not optimal but better than nothing... WWW.THESOUTHERNROUTE.COM

Whole shebang in jungleland

Published November 8th, 2011

Yes, there is a reference to Bruce Springsteen in the title, but even more a thought for Clarence Clemons.

A young orangutan is like a child from the human specie (you know, the one found almost everywhere, eating almost everyone). Indeed, an Orangutan can be bored very easily, and in this sense this primate family is very creative. The ape needs new challenges, something to learn, something to experience. He's not a goldfish with a few second memory. In zoos, they usually don't have many recreations, and when they got a few games, those are unchanged, so quickly neglected. No surprise these orangutans hide themselves under blanket or sleep more than usual, lost they are in their caged up boredom. On the other side, with freedom in their mind and hands, liberty in front of them, they play, exuberant; they are curious, play tricks to the youngsters and to grouchy uncles. But don't forget: they are still wild animals, and like Winnie-the-pooh should not be confused with a hungry grizzly ...

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