In the ordinary and in the strange,
in passivity or in waiting,
in boredom as in worry,
in grace or in madness,
in warmth and in slowness,
in the end, a little everywhere, a little all the time.
Those I love, cats, fires, songs...
Sometimes the same ones, sometimes myself...
Since 2019, I often record time, the wind, I make films of it that are not worth much, and that are always less beautiful than what was filmed.
Too bad.
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