In November, I spent a few days on the Riviera. In addition to my photographic trekking the garden of my father , I also made full horizon. A live
Paris, we forget that the sky is vast. To live in Paris, one forgets its vastness and its perpetual reassuring diversity.
Always present and always changing.
In Paris, narrow, wedged between two buildings, crenellated and dissected, the sky is not breathing. So sometimes when inspiration fails me, I have an irrepressible desire to horizon.
travel often by train, already offer a taste of plains and hills. The hours needed to win the Riviera are all promises of heaven and space.
Then there down, I took advantage of moments of backgrounds.
I am blinded in the light of the bloody twilight of autumn.
I shamelessly bathed in contrasting colors in November.
And to prolong the ecstasy, to share, I fixed the heavens in my pink box.
Now those skies are there to be shared: http://picasaweb.google.com/Kaeruchan/CoteDAzurFloreEtCieux #
Like a good meal, they are even better when others watch them ...
Copyright: Marianne Ciaudo 
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