the approach of Christmas, I would push my anger against a value that has been totally lost in our society sick of speed, which dare not stop on the roadside for fear of being permanently overtaken by events.
The photo I posted in the epigraph to this post should be able to help me to state the obvious that, to my great misfortune, is no longer one.
is in April 2003 that I went to the Abbey of Vauclair in order to photograph the beautiful little pond beside which you can sit to share a picnic with friends or for ... just watch. At that time I lived in Picardy for almost six years. I did was not originally installed by passion for this region that were unknown to my humble confession to life. In fact, once I graduated National CAPES, this is the first station to which I was called. I could do so with a little knowledge of Picardy, in particular with the Department of the Aisne which I lived in the prefecture, Laon, beautiful medieval town crowning a rocky promontory top of which stands the magnificent Gothic cathedral in transition (the very one who has served as a model but that of Reims, in my opinion, far exceeds in beauty and authenticity).
After six years at Laon, the south began to remind me. " Following a request, I got my transfer smoothly to Marseille. In April 2003, I knew I was going to leave the Picardy and its particular climate, and to deprive myself at the same time the light of this unique region. Strangely, my desire to photograph Laon and its environs has never been so strong that in the few months before my final departure. Then I realized everything was going to be my private pictorial sensibility. For six years, I was ecstatic about light Picard never take the time to capture the poetry.
Then I listed all the places in the region that wanted to immortalize my camera. And in the evening when I left the college where I worked, once finished my day, between sixteen and seventeen hours, I took my car rather than go home and roam the neighborhood I went in search of dying light and stone villages in the overwhelming serenity.
My friends and I were often made at the Abbey of Vauclair, whereas we particularly liked. It was the first time I went there alone, and more importantly weekdays after school. I traveled the county roads guided by my desire to win the event, which was waiting with the pond Vauclair.
I set my camera to the tripod and I framed the pond as you can see on my photo. I waited and waited ... waited the chemistry of light covering permeates the scenery around me until the air is vested with the "luxury, calm and delight" dear to Baudelaire.
What makes this picture so dear to my heart? This is not to be able to capture light Picard (no device can not approach the retinal impression that these landscapes have had on me), but the approach that I lived during that period where I left all alone evening to commune with nature and light. In Picardy, the evening sky offers a changing canvas oil colors that combine to create true visual wonders. All I had to wait for the painter is seasonal alchemy adequate to my feelings before pressing the shutter.
Waiting me left the most lasting memories. This Christmas will be forever etched in my heart. Wait 25 December to open the presents! What a delight! The sensation of freshness of my sheets when I slipped with envy already waking up to join the tree. The delight that once filled me huddled in my blanket ...
It is the expectation that conferred the most valuable at certain times in my life. The wait is irresistible that period which precedes achievement of what we want or desire. It is she who fills a magical aura every minute and every second closer to the moment we dreamed. As a kid, I do not remember that the city was prepared to welcome the holiday a month or two before their maturity. I do not remember to have crossed the Santa at every street corner in November. The rarity of his appearances in flash did all the money. And when the streets and shop signs are nimbus decorations deer, a couple of days before December 25, I was delighted by the magic of Christmas cards prolonged tenderly inside Epinal which my imagination sent me discover the heart of snowy landscapes of pristine cleanliness.
Today, it is as if our greedy corporations pleasures sated until you have felt the desire we batons length of years the slogan "Why wait when you can have it all at once?" The wait is boredom do you want us to believe. Bored no point in our capitalist societies seeking to fill every inch of our private space of light signals meant to fill the voids in our lives who are worth nothing when they are not launched in the bidding of compulsive buying. Today, a child sees Christmas come on her big hooves, two months before it expires. Displays Gift him dangle the dream of a Christmas perennial. Waiting is experienced as torture. Anything that delays the achievement of a desire is degrading torture. The company focuses on the immediate pleasure, more over that of his expectations.
Not so long ago, when I put on my photographer in the film that had printed my Nikon, I left him with a smile fool. Already, the photos were developing in my head, but certainly filled with vague promises of waiting. I mulling over in my head, I appropriate them, they sometimes took a week gestation but the reward at the end was secured sometimes not. The important thing was not only the success of my photos, but the pleasure of expectation. They only had more value when I opened the case in which the photographer had arranged.
While digital cameras have appeared, the same time signing a death warrant for photo lovers. Not only take a picture has become a breeze that costs almost nothing because of the lack of film replaced by a digital memory to accumulate to infinity with the prospect reassuring to be able to erase the need, but again the picture appears immediately. The time between taking and its development has been purely abolished. The simultaneity of the decision and the vision of the resulting image ended up confusing the two steps to the point that taking a picture today no longer has the same meaning. I take more pictures just to capture the most important moments of my life, but by compulsion. I do think more of my act is thus meaningless ... and value.
Do not wait, it is no longer desired. Do not want is to be sentenced to the dictatorship of immediacy, the biggest folly of which man is capable. We are no longer able to watch the horizon who alone can guide us. Our intelligence does not see the reason to anticipate the consequences of our actions. The future and the past have been wiped out of our lives. Dream no longer means anything. Nobody has put into perspective the life we lead. We scillons the branch on which we sit. We kill the principle of all life on earth.
What are the intellectuals gone? Who is listening? Exist there even today that are retrieved by the savage capitalist system? Plato could go back in his grave since we realized that descend into the cave has no relevance, no meaning. We are snug at the bottom of the cave, enjoying a fire that capitalism maintains cleverly to ensure that we lacked nothing. But do not miss anything we can do more than hope.
The photo I posted in the epigraph to this post should be able to help me to state the obvious that, to my great misfortune, is no longer one.
is in April 2003 that I went to the Abbey of Vauclair in order to photograph the beautiful little pond beside which you can sit to share a picnic with friends or for ... just watch. At that time I lived in Picardy for almost six years. I did was not originally installed by passion for this region that were unknown to my humble confession to life. In fact, once I graduated National CAPES, this is the first station to which I was called. I could do so with a little knowledge of Picardy, in particular with the Department of the Aisne which I lived in the prefecture, Laon, beautiful medieval town crowning a rocky promontory top of which stands the magnificent Gothic cathedral in transition (the very one who has served as a model but that of Reims, in my opinion, far exceeds in beauty and authenticity).
After six years at Laon, the south began to remind me. " Following a request, I got my transfer smoothly to Marseille. In April 2003, I knew I was going to leave the Picardy and its particular climate, and to deprive myself at the same time the light of this unique region. Strangely, my desire to photograph Laon and its environs has never been so strong that in the few months before my final departure. Then I realized everything was going to be my private pictorial sensibility. For six years, I was ecstatic about light Picard never take the time to capture the poetry.
Then I listed all the places in the region that wanted to immortalize my camera. And in the evening when I left the college where I worked, once finished my day, between sixteen and seventeen hours, I took my car rather than go home and roam the neighborhood I went in search of dying light and stone villages in the overwhelming serenity.
My friends and I were often made at the Abbey of Vauclair, whereas we particularly liked. It was the first time I went there alone, and more importantly weekdays after school. I traveled the county roads guided by my desire to win the event, which was waiting with the pond Vauclair.
I set my camera to the tripod and I framed the pond as you can see on my photo. I waited and waited ... waited the chemistry of light covering permeates the scenery around me until the air is vested with the "luxury, calm and delight" dear to Baudelaire.
What makes this picture so dear to my heart? This is not to be able to capture light Picard (no device can not approach the retinal impression that these landscapes have had on me), but the approach that I lived during that period where I left all alone evening to commune with nature and light. In Picardy, the evening sky offers a changing canvas oil colors that combine to create true visual wonders. All I had to wait for the painter is seasonal alchemy adequate to my feelings before pressing the shutter.
Waiting me left the most lasting memories. This Christmas will be forever etched in my heart. Wait 25 December to open the presents! What a delight! The sensation of freshness of my sheets when I slipped with envy already waking up to join the tree. The delight that once filled me huddled in my blanket ...
It is the expectation that conferred the most valuable at certain times in my life. The wait is irresistible that period which precedes achievement of what we want or desire. It is she who fills a magical aura every minute and every second closer to the moment we dreamed. As a kid, I do not remember that the city was prepared to welcome the holiday a month or two before their maturity. I do not remember to have crossed the Santa at every street corner in November. The rarity of his appearances in flash did all the money. And when the streets and shop signs are nimbus decorations deer, a couple of days before December 25, I was delighted by the magic of Christmas cards prolonged tenderly inside Epinal which my imagination sent me discover the heart of snowy landscapes of pristine cleanliness.
Today, it is as if our greedy corporations pleasures sated until you have felt the desire we batons length of years the slogan "Why wait when you can have it all at once?" The wait is boredom do you want us to believe. Bored no point in our capitalist societies seeking to fill every inch of our private space of light signals meant to fill the voids in our lives who are worth nothing when they are not launched in the bidding of compulsive buying. Today, a child sees Christmas come on her big hooves, two months before it expires. Displays Gift him dangle the dream of a Christmas perennial. Waiting is experienced as torture. Anything that delays the achievement of a desire is degrading torture. The company focuses on the immediate pleasure, more over that of his expectations.
Not so long ago, when I put on my photographer in the film that had printed my Nikon, I left him with a smile fool. Already, the photos were developing in my head, but certainly filled with vague promises of waiting. I mulling over in my head, I appropriate them, they sometimes took a week gestation but the reward at the end was secured sometimes not. The important thing was not only the success of my photos, but the pleasure of expectation. They only had more value when I opened the case in which the photographer had arranged.
While digital cameras have appeared, the same time signing a death warrant for photo lovers. Not only take a picture has become a breeze that costs almost nothing because of the lack of film replaced by a digital memory to accumulate to infinity with the prospect reassuring to be able to erase the need, but again the picture appears immediately. The time between taking and its development has been purely abolished. The simultaneity of the decision and the vision of the resulting image ended up confusing the two steps to the point that taking a picture today no longer has the same meaning. I take more pictures just to capture the most important moments of my life, but by compulsion. I do think more of my act is thus meaningless ... and value.
Do not wait, it is no longer desired. Do not want is to be sentenced to the dictatorship of immediacy, the biggest folly of which man is capable. We are no longer able to watch the horizon who alone can guide us. Our intelligence does not see the reason to anticipate the consequences of our actions. The future and the past have been wiped out of our lives. Dream no longer means anything. Nobody has put into perspective the life we lead. We scillons the branch on which we sit. We kill the principle of all life on earth.
What are the intellectuals gone? Who is listening? Exist there even today that are retrieved by the savage capitalist system? Plato could go back in his grave since we realized that descend into the cave has no relevance, no meaning. We are snug at the bottom of the cave, enjoying a fire that capitalism maintains cleverly to ensure that we lacked nothing. But do not miss anything we can do more than hope.
