An Island, two friends travelling together, and a camera, longing for telling stories...
I believe that those stories, are not coming out of nowhere. They are influenced by dreams, childhood, nature, but also literature. Taking this picture, I was humming this traditional French song, my mum use to sing to me as a child:
"À la claire fontaine
M'en allant promener
J'ai trouvé l'eau si belle
Que je m'y suis baigné
Il y a longtemps que je t'aime jamais je ne t'oublierai..."
I sens such romanticism all around in that Sardinia beach. A great grey sky, pink rocks, clear waters and a dark hair girl with a wet dress... Later one, I found the exact words to put on this image. It is from a Flaubert Book : Mémoire d'un fou (Memoirs of a madman in English).
"Every morning I would go and watch her bathe. From a distance I would contemplate her in the water, envying the peaceful, gentle waves which splashed upon her sides and covered her panting breast with foam. I saw the outline of her limbs beneath the wet clothes that covered her, I saw her heart beat, her breast heave. Distractedly I watched her foot sink upon the sand. My gaze remained fixed on her footprints, and I would almost have wept to see the waves slowly wipe them away."
More about this story : La Baigneuse.
Elfs, fairies, and other magic creatures often enchant our childhood. I believe that nature, is all magic if we take care of observing with patience....
A poem by Ernest Thompson Seton and a lovely field Inspired me for this Polaroid Story...
"Do you seek the road to Fairyland