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Holidays = pain
Pain in my lungs (not enough oxygen), pain in my legs (12 hours hiking per day), pain in my shoulders, pain under my skin (sun is killing me)...
In order to see things. And to capture them. And show Waxou what photography is all about.
Then it is time to go back.
When walking down to base camp, exhausted into the night, images of people, I haven't seen for some time, pop up.
I hate memories.
"Un papillon: une pensée qui vole", disait le poète.
Pourquoi le papillon n'est-il pas éphémère ?
20th Aug 2012, 22:55