Traces

if I could collect all of the footsteps we walked in that town together,

nights and days and afternoons

line them up,

and trace them across the sea

just to say a few words to you,

je le ferais.

I am happy to announce the arrival of my personal website!

I have an extremely large database of film images I've taken the past few years,

and this new space serves as a place for you to see my favorites in an organized manner.

Take a moment to peruse!

I'd like to also thank all of my followers for your dedication,

and those who leave feedback,

you make me endlessly happy,

 & I hope that my images do a little bit of the same for you.

I have many projects in the works for this fall,

so keep your eyes peeled!

Perdus et Trouvés

 an impossibly french boy.

Sahara Moonlight

sleeping to a hymn of desert drums,
a sea of stars,
cooed in a bed of sand,
so vast our ships traversed to a rising moon.Let me tell you about winds.There is a whirlwind from southern Morrocco, the aajej, against which the Fellahin defend themselves with knives. And there is the Ghibli, from Tunis which rolls and rolls and rolls and produces a rather strange nervous condition. And then there is the Harmattan, a red wind, which mariners call the sea of darkness. And red sand from this wind has flown as far as the south coast of England, apparently producing showers so dense that they were mistaken for blood. Herodotus writes about a wind, the Simoon, at which a nation was “so enraged by this evil wind that they declared war on it and marched out in full battle array, only to be rapidly and completely interred."

Rêves Suisses

 nuages ​​explorer.