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Stories of observations, reflections on our relationship with nature, descriptions of my technique, quotes… so many things that you will find in this blog and the newsletter, once, twice, three times a month, it will depend on the ideas, the adventures, the encounters.
From this side of negligence
This observation will stay between me and her. Her the White-backed Woodpecker in front me or her the forest I kneeled in to draw? Both. Both rare, both disappearing, threatened, and hidden from the world. Their inaccessibility and their remoteness have so far saved them, along with our ignorance. A state of things ever more
Smelling the South
“Watch out! don’t step on it!” Yes, it is indeed one of these places where you have to make sure not to step on a puppy Fur seal. A place, where you have to make sure its mum doesn’t come and bite your fingers off. Where you have to watch your back for the males
Five minutes
Five minutes before I loose sight of the coveFive minutes before the clouds engulf the mountainsFive minutes before the ship turns and distorts the perspectiveFive minutes before we are blinded by the fog.Five minutes before all disappears behind this rocks. Five minutes to encapsulate a world.Five minutes to fix a future memory.Five minutes to aggregate
It should have been water
It should have been water. It was ice.We should have been just entering. We struggled our way in.Floes put on our track as a way to slow down. Everybody onboard slowed down.Away the excitement of the ever more, bigger, closer.You’re just caught by the landscape.And as you navigate the sea ice, you navigate your thoughts.The
I know she is still close
I’ll sleep there because the day before, a silhouette slipped in at the foot of this short cliff. A shadow between the trunks and black rocks of this forest, long after sunset. Third night in my sleeping bag, between the pines and blueberries, covered with a camouflage net. It’s mid-March. In this valley sheltered from
The true reason of our anguish
“We [naturalists] try not to appear as weirdos, in our eyes and in those of Society, by camouflaging our anxiety at seeing nature disappear with fear of dying of hunger… But, if we were shown that the repression of nature can continue without economic damage, we would not be relieved, we would be saddened. So
These calm colors
I saw it with the naked eye standing out on a ridge. A few trees hide me, a light wind in my favor that carries my scent far away. I advance slowly, cautiously thanks to this Mountain Hare that I came across half an hour before. It was in this forest of birches with an
See you in a year
It almost makes me think it’s a habit, but what are the chances? They are rare in this region, so much so that it is forbidden to hunt them. Most of the inhabitants have never seen them, even after decades of hiking in these mountains. It is the largest of our land mammals and the
Bare minimum
Protecting nature, conserving, preserving, saving, rescuing, restoring, repairing… An obvious fact for some, an absurdity for others. I am one of those who care, but I remain skeptical about the reasons that push us to act. Or more precisely, I am convinced that we misunderstand the reasons for our actions, that we greatly underestimate the
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