Photographing unchanging renewal. It was in rural solitude that I immersed myself in a forest in the Limousin region, photographing the dazzling eruption of vegetation every day. From this daily intimacy with the trees, thousands of photos were born, humbly and tirelessly seeking to bear witness to this majestic explosion of joy.
Stay still, watch, observe, contemplate, soak up the colors, the smells, the shapes. Be the forest. To understand a tree is to share its stillness. To understand the forest is to slowly, patiently penetrate its intimacy. Photographing spring means patiently observing the slow, inexorable moult that takes place every day, from foggy, cold dawns to soft, warm sunsets, seeing deeply buried secrets emerge, perceiving subterranean whispers, catching a glimpse of enchanted floral fragility, heralding sweet fruit and cool shade.
To experience the forest is to feel the joy of every tree in a misty rain, the blaze of every branch in the setting sun, the mystery of every bush on a moonlit night. To photograph the forest is to be dazzled at every turn by the permanent, timeless beauty of this eternal plant world, a silent contemplation accompanied by a symphony of chirping.