It was the Sunday of "come let's go find the snow" but, as with the winning state lottery ticket, the snow had fallen at the wrong address. But it was a good day for a drive through the mountains of the Ardèche, passing the necessary cols and stopping here and there, this place was bombed as a lunch break spot. With a row upon row upon row of mountains and valleys and this batch of rocks that stood out in the landscape as if they had been dropped there like that.
Living in France since a year but I am originally from North Brabant in the Netherlands. From beautiful Etten-Leur. Where, until recently, I took most of my photos for both the pop foundation and local radio and as a hobby. Now that I have picked up the.. Read more…