In the tumult of life,
In the shock of surprise,
Sometimes everything comes to a standstill.
The action freezes,
The noise disappears,
The breath is held,
Time seems suspended.
To ensure their future,
All living species must adapt.
All must seduce if they are to reproduce.
Flowers have opted for a strategy of display.
A multitude of shapes, colours and scents.
An ingenious display of vigour for their pollinators.
When a cyclone moves away,
It leaves a very large swell in its wake.
If the wind comes to the party,
the waves can then break out of the ocean.
Over time and through evolution,
Where water is even more precious,
To protect their reserves,
Some plants have grown thorns.
Dreaded thorns,
Dreaded thorns,
Fascinating,
Eloquent.
In the tropics,
The sun sets so quickly that it seems drunk with fatigue.
Then, before taking its leave, it sets the sky on fire.
The colours become intense and the gradations subtle.
The contours become more pronounced and the silhouettes come to life.
No filters, no tricks,
Nor any digital manipulation.
The shapes, lines and colours
are the result of a choice made at the time of shooting,
To translate the energy of a place,
The beauty of a movement
Or even
The originality of a moment.
