In the lair of an orchard, under a softly veiled sky,
A doe moves with the grace of a starry dancer.
Around her, an ocean of flowers, intense and passionate pink,
As if the dawn had poured out its hues to adore her.
Petals, like nature's confetti, litter the ground,
A carpet for her delicate steps, so light, so frivolous.
The trees bow, guardians of this ephemeral sanctuary,
Where every bud is a sigh, every branch a prayer.
The world falls silent to let pure beauty express itself,
In this secret corner, where spring loves to linger.
And the doe, silent, carries with her the quietude,
Of a moment suspended between enchantment and plenitude.
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…