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.
Theodor Wildt is a skilled excursionist, a studious prose writer and a brilliant camera operator, sharing textual and pictorial fragments of his work with Regard Libre readers.
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.
Theodor Wildt is a skilled excursionist, a studious prose writer and a brilliant camera operator, sharing textual and pictorial fragments of his work with Regard Libre readers.
Theodor Wildt is a skilled excursionist, a studious prose writer and a brilliant camera operator, sharing textual and pictorial fragments of his work with Regard Libre readers.
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.
Theodor Wildt is a skilled excursionist, a studious prose writer and a brilliant camera operator, sharing textual and pictorial fragments of his work with Regard Libre readers.
Dès la fin du printemps à Aigues-Mortes, la saumure saturée des tables salantes arbore un rose qui se renforce au fil des jours, se cognant magnifiquement au bleu du ciel et au blanc du sel. Couleurs saisies en juin.
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