Watching Stories

The words hidden behind the images. Here you will find stories form the field, anecdotes, thoughts, the how of this sketch and the why of this watercolor.  Let’s write everything the image do not tell and that the words reveal.


In the category of ” Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the cuttest of them all ?! “, I declare the Scandinavian Long-tailed Tit, winner! I specify “Scandinavian” because here it has a white head while in the rest of Europe it has a wide black eyebrow and is therefore a little less cute (but

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There’s a side of Norway I love: you take the boat like you take the bus and in an hour and a half, you go from your door step to a little lost corner at the bottom of a fjord, without having to take your car. The boat drops you at the foot of the

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Structured by the field

Earlier this year, I took a daytrip along some coastal lakes known for their avifauna. The sea on one side, and intensive agriculture on the other. The weather was only adding to this austerity, with a low cloud ceiling and a powerful freezing and unceasing south wind. Few things to observe on this lake turned

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Pale Blue Dot

Twenty-three years after launch from Earth, the Voyager 1 spacecraft reaches the boundaries of the Solar System. On February 14, 1990, six billion miles from us, it opened its cameras one last time for one final look back. Sixty images, sent pixel by pixel across space to be patiently collected on Earth. Then six planets appeared.

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On more step into delusion

When I am looking for some wilderness, I naturally gravitate towards old, mossy, humid forest. Sometime it doesn’t require much. A small patch close to a road can have been spared from any human activity for some decades. It can be enough to let the feeling of wilderness emerge. The one in this watercolor, is

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Chrono – logical

Time has this strange habit of passing as it pleases, varying according to circumstances. It’s 9:00 pm. In this small village lying at the end of a fjord, I shut the car door and start the climb. It’s already late. I hope to get there before the clouds… Midnight: I’m in my sleeping bag, lying

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Naturalist Synesthesia

For a moment, my zodiac’s passengers no longer exist. I’m immediately cutting off the boat engine, I don’t want to hear a single noise. Before me, my colleagues continue their slalom in this maze of islands and icebergs in this far corner of the East coast of Greenland. Eyes fixed on this inlet opening up

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With a great deal of patience and prudence

I open my eyes with all my strength. After an hour long nap, I wake up groggy, with a blurry vision and a heavy head. Laying in the grass with my head on my backpack, my eyes are filled with blue sky and my ears full of the silence of this heat. Even the sea

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Goélands dans la tempête - Norvège - 2021

Blind to the familiar

Sometimes the familiar is exceptional and we contemplate, fascinated, what we thought we knew. We then stop seeing and start looking, imagining, understanding. Everything in this morning of April 6th is outstanding. I stand on the doorstep, drunk by the tiredness of a storm that didn’t let me sleep, hustled by the wind, blinded by

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