It is noon. Chefchaouen, the blue city of Morocco, is revealed to me from this café terrace. My mint tea is cooling down and thus gives me time to write you these few lines.
The contrast with the photo series that I am going to offer you is striking. Here, the border between the blue houses and the sky is barely perceptible. The smells swirl all around me without being captured for more than a few seconds. The voices of the muezzins bounce off the walls, sending each other messages that I do not understand.
Sam and I have been on the road with Scoubi for a few weeks now. As we headed towards Morocco, we wanted to discover Ariège and the Pyrenees region.
What a joy to cross forest areas during the autumn season, and even more so, when the forest is ripe with its warmest colors, just before its decline and seasonal rest. I know how fleeting these seasons are, sometimes too early, sometimes too late.
But that day, the photographer’s luck worked.
We take a narrow road that crosses the Caplong forest, a protected area for capercaillie. The fog has decided to sleep in and has given me time to slip into this whitish layer, depositing a veil of humidity on my face.
Us photographers and nature enthusiasts, love these moments of seasonal transitions. We are then numerous and enthusiastic to capture images and share them, in the hope of making others taste this ephemeral magic.
I am well aware that we are inundated with autumn photographs on social networks and I wonder about this profusion of images, some of which are exceptional. I sometimes (often) have a feeling of impossibility to transmit everything I feel when I am myself in the field and even more so in the forest. It asserts all the more its wild character, difficult to freeze in a frame.
As I sorted through them, I realized that I was not objective. That the sensory experience I had was much more intense than the beauty of the images.
Some people may eventually be moved by emotions, others will simply see something figurative, blurry, rough, others will be sensitive to the color palette, and some will not be able to enter my world at all.
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So I had to let go and accept that these images are above all an inner journey, an intimate communion with the plant.
So I decided to return to simplicity, which is none other than the joy of putting these few words here, and of making available to you these few photos, of a mysterious forest with plant vapors.
Have a nice walk everyone,
Best regards,
Céline
