Where sky and earth meet in a dark twilight,
A sandy path winds its way through the shadows.
It twists and turns, cutting the estuary in two,
Like a silver thread on the brown sheet of the world.
The clouds, laden with ink and promise,
In great procession, masters of celestial space.
Light, a beacon of pale gold, pierces the darkness,
Offering a lull in the storm, a moment of serenity.
Nature seems to be holding its breath, waiting for a sign,
While the water shimmers, reflecting the divine and the infinitesimal.
In this land where all is movement and all is pause,
Beauty is revealed in what is transitory and in what is daring.
Grégoire has been practising photography for over 20 years. Introduced to photography by his father, he has learnt to capture the light at the most beautiful moments of the day. Attentive to the slightest change in the weather, he knows that THE photo can only be taken at.. Read more…