Soon to be historic images... Sixty years after its closure in 1965, the asbestos factory in Canari, Corsica, will be destroyed and its quarries «made safe» from this year onwards. After a vein was discovered in 1898, a Swiss working for the ETERNIT company spotted a real deposit in the 1920s. By 1940, millions of tons of rock had been extracted from the site by ETERNIT subsidiary SMA (Société minière de l'amiante), disfiguring the region. Once the asbestos had been isolated, the crushed rock filled the bays and coves of western Cap Corse, transforming them into black beaches, such as the famous Nonza beach.
Mind you, we're just talking about nitrogen and oxygen, water vapour, sun and clouds, not Heaven with a capital C that hypothetical gods would use as a megaphone. No, simply the sky in all its vastness, movement and light. Three snapshots taken on planet Earth, in Italy and Switzerland, rendered here without the slightest AI aimed at creating a reality other than our own.
All that remains of the Saint-Julien-des-Meulières quarry is a maze of pebbles strewn with massive, abandoned millstones. Photoreport
A dreamy stroll through a place that was born in the dark years, then became a symbol of the seventh art, and is now undergoing a tremendous renaissance, allowing visitors to span the millennia as they explore the sets!
Walls have ears and sometimes eyes too. Reflective eyes, as in this parking lot in Rome. Eyes open to passers-by at espresso time, again in Rome. Or melancholy eyes, like those of a lonely clown in Montmartre.
In Jacques Brel's «Plat pays», the sky was so low that the canal was lost, so gray that it hung. And it was the plain that smoked in July. Here, on the banks of the Broye canal, between lakes Neuchâtel and Murten, under a pale blue winter sky, it's the canal that smokes in the icy beauty of the moment.
The Olympics are behind us! So let's enjoy a few bridges... as we used to. There are 37 of them along the 13 kilometers of the Parisian Seine.
Quelque part en Guadeloupe. Soleil antillais et air du large. Au fil des ans, l’humidité, le sel, les embruns se sont attaqués à la tôle, l’ont rouillée, mangée, déchirée, sculptée. La modeste case créole – abandonnée, ou pas – est devenue œuvre d’art.
Starting in late spring in Aigues-Mortes, the saturated brine in the salt pans takes on a pink hue that deepens with each passing day, creating a stunning contrast with the blue of the sky and the white of the salt. These colors were captured in June.
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