tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38128306341923538762024-03-13T13:59:42.159+01:00Objectif présent...ou la présence de l'objectif...
SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.comBlogger206125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-76654857321885641462022-09-09T12:33:00.002+02:002022-09-09T12:33:40.668+02:00I say Charles don’t you ever crave to appear on the front of the Daily Mail ?*<p class="MsoNormal"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE2O5yrjmRQbkf3lXe1-Nr6rVi878rl1_ODKErEYGJB3bT2rK_q4XG3KzUpUZqi8frXlXUGs1cCRIIjfMrcnaZl7zEVOXkI96JP01CarlMq17yDG-v3s8keEZVm1s67VY0xqK5FJts0eNdVNuFzjDHMNZvr5-OGjc8pVkSLzwaQA-aQpIvng54-Y2eKg/s4928/The%20Queen%20is%20dead.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="4928" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE2O5yrjmRQbkf3lXe1-Nr6rVi878rl1_ODKErEYGJB3bT2rK_q4XG3KzUpUZqi8frXlXUGs1cCRIIjfMrcnaZl7zEVOXkI96JP01CarlMq17yDG-v3s8keEZVm1s67VY0xqK5FJts0eNdVNuFzjDHMNZvr5-OGjc8pVkSLzwaQA-aQpIvng54-Y2eKg/w640-h424/The%20Queen%20is%20dead.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nikon D 5100</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">La
petite dame ne lit pas le Daily Mail mais je suis sûre qu’aujourd’hui elle a pu
lire dans les gros titres de son journal que La Reine est morte. Triste
nouvelle.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 107%;">;-)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">*The Smiths, </span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><a href="https://youtu.be/joJC4J8XTUs">The Queen is dead</a></span><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">, The Queen is dead (1986)</span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-11710457534288866422022-09-02T11:27:00.000+02:002022-09-02T11:27:00.176+02:00A hand in the city*<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFKgMk8g4MM__4bUajBsbu6DmR99ZkcmOKJ9Vb7nsvdDxLV9xs-be8a4_eCGo74cudNdV9p0PW405oOLH0gF8VplCXQCE_0SJpYdu2LSEKsM9jr2F5vZPog1Tm0pfUoHUTgRqiWulPdJ0dDuocoPB2dfESU-6YvcukWaWPi2s8GH5eU_G4Zvo95cUbbg/s4928/J'ai%20perdu%20mon%20corps.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="4928" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFKgMk8g4MM__4bUajBsbu6DmR99ZkcmOKJ9Vb7nsvdDxLV9xs-be8a4_eCGo74cudNdV9p0PW405oOLH0gF8VplCXQCE_0SJpYdu2LSEKsM9jr2F5vZPog1Tm0pfUoHUTgRqiWulPdJ0dDuocoPB2dfESU-6YvcukWaWPi2s8GH5eU_G4Zvo95cUbbg/w640-h424/J'ai%20perdu%20mon%20corps.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nikon D5100</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">J’ai
perdu mon corps…j’avais beaucoup aimé ce film…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 107%;">;-)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">*Dan Levy, </span></b><a href="https://youtu.be/YaWM70Uik3Q">J’ai perdu mon corps</a><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">, BO Film
(2019)</span></b><o:p></o:p></p>SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-37878939175713706212022-08-29T16:32:00.000+02:002022-08-29T16:32:02.585+02:00Lequel des deux nous éclaire*<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYlqCDfzWApvwnPtOp9bMJCtFP6ya_u4P22GRBXKN895qR5qx2iNA2uXlISZV5p9xiMxS5XTXChxEHr0Rp24XZyWa7j_JvrhuA606od6S2THj8PtcBRDKZ974bjyKtwTJCQNENinJOAYVAdSPZLi60fFF12xbODS3bNurDQ2dWxh4pjlnMJLLhP0a4xA/s1870/IMG_3101%5B7096%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1870" data-original-width="1402" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYlqCDfzWApvwnPtOp9bMJCtFP6ya_u4P22GRBXKN895qR5qx2iNA2uXlISZV5p9xiMxS5XTXChxEHr0Rp24XZyWa7j_JvrhuA606od6S2THj8PtcBRDKZ974bjyKtwTJCQNENinJOAYVAdSPZLi60fFF12xbODS3bNurDQ2dWxh4pjlnMJLLhP0a4xA/w480-h640/IMG_3101%5B7096%5D.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Iphone 8</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span>…de
l’ombre ou de la lumière ?</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 107%;">;-)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">*Calogero & Grand Corps Malade,
</span></b><a href="https://youtu.be/H46KRMzfj5s">L’ombre et la lumière</a><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">, L’embellie
(2009)</span></b><o:p></o:p></p>SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-67415444467582070172022-08-22T14:50:00.006+02:002022-08-22T14:50:58.560+02:00Seul dans la rue je suis perdu*<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4hzOU76H5L4rv66x4W8GQuvjn7kk3ASf8EuuZJr1X8a2IFnbnjPl99uhCgEbkJ6LMMaTZwVokvADB8cOYbjO-o51nHmjQvuA5POErB3_rtZCOW2uSfq1O7MZc8FEmrNk409jGZ_rJyPmVbX6QMUM392QBl4STcrVtm2kVK69n8mLzjkKXOwa6dkHRWQ/s2016/Paraseul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4hzOU76H5L4rv66x4W8GQuvjn7kk3ASf8EuuZJr1X8a2IFnbnjPl99uhCgEbkJ6LMMaTZwVokvADB8cOYbjO-o51nHmjQvuA5POErB3_rtZCOW2uSfq1O7MZc8FEmrNk409jGZ_rJyPmVbX6QMUM392QBl4STcrVtm2kVK69n8mLzjkKXOwa6dkHRWQ/w480-h640/Paraseul.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Iphone 8</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">Retour
de vacances. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">J’aurais
pu aussi titrer ce petit billet « Paraseul »…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 107%;">;-)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">*Joseph D’Anvers, </span></b><a href="https://youtu.be/ot3Aaf1HqEA">On reste seuls au monde</a><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">, Les choses
d’en face (2006)</span></b><o:p></o:p></p>SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-21068918884107550232022-07-02T14:57:00.002+02:002022-07-02T14:57:40.976+02:00I’ve still got sand in my shoes*<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD3o_n-H_vBxY7IuXokuSrAcrZp-BRs2bMgXigdK8NMWgRtJ7RNSkS6jbL-R2Dsi6_FAV-5iU7Rpnyt6dYodRqss2pvJirzylalrjVSdhzYV2svrAPa2cCbmRVwNZemaierxeWC1HSwkYTa6MVSWHPpZ4nN2d2L-w10HXNdWzVPahHLgBGmAs8l_cswg/s3130/sand%20in%20my%20shoes-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2075" data-original-width="3130" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD3o_n-H_vBxY7IuXokuSrAcrZp-BRs2bMgXigdK8NMWgRtJ7RNSkS6jbL-R2Dsi6_FAV-5iU7Rpnyt6dYodRqss2pvJirzylalrjVSdhzYV2svrAPa2cCbmRVwNZemaierxeWC1HSwkYTa6MVSWHPpZ4nN2d2L-w10HXNdWzVPahHLgBGmAs8l_cswg/w640-h424/sand%20in%20my%20shoes-2.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nikon FM, Kodak TriX400</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">...and I can’t shake the thought of
you.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;"><i>Mais là il n'y a pas que du sable dans la chaussure ! </i></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 107%;">;-)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">*Dido, </span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><a href="https://youtu.be/_lrVymj9xHY">Sand in my shoes</a></span><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">, Life for rent (2004)</span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-10399987395008742172022-07-01T14:53:00.000+02:002022-07-01T14:53:08.497+02:00Elle m’a suivi partout*<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqwFM1in90dw2oJgqHG21NkweJlSFHwiVtdrJJuSS_jn8Il09-hbBg4gMGMhPdYs7q86ZFRDUlfyFGBznB0SQQyOnUuSVYC3hfV20p4hUVFfnJtck1Icp3u0K-4pkv4UBgWZKkYlrkyZmRL9gpAnLrq-OdSn2fPtnY_AU0Wj-v5Rc-b08uOhx45WKyTQ/s3130/Les%20miroirs%20dans%20la%20boue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2075" data-original-width="3130" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqwFM1in90dw2oJgqHG21NkweJlSFHwiVtdrJJuSS_jn8Il09-hbBg4gMGMhPdYs7q86ZFRDUlfyFGBznB0SQQyOnUuSVYC3hfV20p4hUVFfnJtck1Icp3u0K-4pkv4UBgWZKkYlrkyZmRL9gpAnLrq-OdSn2fPtnY_AU0Wj-v5Rc-b08uOhx45WKyTQ/w640-h424/Les%20miroirs%20dans%20la%20boue.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nikon FM, Metropolis</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">...jusqu’à
l’étage où j’avais mon verrou.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: red; font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">;-)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">*William Sheller, </span></b><a href="https://youtu.be/hS_4fKWq8X4">Des miroirs dans la boue</a><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">, Univers (1987)</span></b><o:p></o:p></p>SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-27173184540410436042022-06-30T11:12:00.004+02:002022-06-30T11:12:20.306+02:00Oh it’s such a perfect day*<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKIa8n-92mlm2CRpK5Qy_HGdU9HBJ9jz4d3t0Xj6wDuIRK4nN3qcAWoGXLZaOjiENFTJdD8WArGfjBKoeuIzFbHNWTP2pyMcAb4nH7Ie07YoBX0YuK5N54LlXhnj1cYWBASLDR8xdpSDM1KOqUOet-UcLAkQLx3xqHqUG1dzYeL_yrhPD7XfsTiATw5w/s2178/perfect%20day.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1452" data-original-width="2178" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKIa8n-92mlm2CRpK5Qy_HGdU9HBJ9jz4d3t0Xj6wDuIRK4nN3qcAWoGXLZaOjiENFTJdD8WArGfjBKoeuIzFbHNWTP2pyMcAb4nH7Ie07YoBX0YuK5N54LlXhnj1cYWBASLDR8xdpSDM1KOqUOet-UcLAkQLx3xqHqUG1dzYeL_yrhPD7XfsTiATw5w/w640-h426/perfect%20day.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nikon FM / Metropolis</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">...I’m glad I spent it with you.</span></div>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: 26pt; line-height: 107%;">;-)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">*Lou Reed, </span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><a href="https://youtu.be/V0--emrNth8">Perfect Day</a></span><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">, Transformer (1972)</span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-50868003441708971312022-06-28T15:22:00.001+02:002022-06-28T15:22:35.008+02:00Sur toutes les plages y’a des vieux*<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXIRAgzoy2x1zpnwJCB1ywp__7iffiBAOsS4RUYcOry84Ovw0IJw4txaeIu-ze1032siwGvnlRZdFq5a1DTgLW1HgePzF-cGxiY--2XWxGc8qye5TELaDOZYTp5zxZwckJU7fN9pJcbxt8xe4iLlSNjG3nJdNHH6wVmSPs5AlRhiTSy-pGcC1nSlLvTQ/s3130/Les%20plages-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2075" data-original-width="3130" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXIRAgzoy2x1zpnwJCB1ywp__7iffiBAOsS4RUYcOry84Ovw0IJw4txaeIu-ze1032siwGvnlRZdFq5a1DTgLW1HgePzF-cGxiY--2XWxGc8qye5TELaDOZYTp5zxZwckJU7fN9pJcbxt8xe4iLlSNjG3nJdNHH6wVmSPs5AlRhiTSy-pGcC1nSlLvTQ/w640-h424/Les%20plages-2.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nikon FM Kodak TriX 400</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">...qui
regardent les mômes tendre la main aux bateaux.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 107%;">;-)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">*Jean-Louis Aubert, </span></b><a href="https://youtu.be/A_uDAMnEGHY">Les plages</a><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">, (1994)</span></b><o:p></o:p></p>SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-39893060419615469842022-06-25T15:42:00.003+02:002022-06-25T15:42:59.847+02:00Tu redonnes à ma mélancolie*<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKlTAkjd7PpJYD8FoY3IOQ8ud4daXfuKoeXwccAHYHCRsUp-3X7iY6w65AlWbcCaOjcHr0QHpwhbWpOnfQEwpFIasFmypmdHBRPXKwgy3bqZSr5FNjtU7WYEFiXRkwkoJal1ZstGcZLGAV8WvuS_AVY-vnKmu--svB_pfg_cjUytLih5CT3TiKPTpPpw/s2756/000099580016.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1739" data-original-width="2756" height="404" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKlTAkjd7PpJYD8FoY3IOQ8ud4daXfuKoeXwccAHYHCRsUp-3X7iY6w65AlWbcCaOjcHr0QHpwhbWpOnfQEwpFIasFmypmdHBRPXKwgy3bqZSr5FNjtU7WYEFiXRkwkoJal1ZstGcZLGAV8WvuS_AVY-vnKmu--svB_pfg_cjUytLih5CT3TiKPTpPpw/w640-h404/000099580016.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nikon FM Metropolis Lomography</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">...ses
couleurs de super-scopitone.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;"><i>C'était la première fois que j'utilisais cette pellicule "Metropolis"...et j'aime beaucoup le côté "je ne sais trop quoi" qu'elle dégage !</i></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: 26pt; line-height: 107%;">;-)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">*Tété, </span></b><a href="https://youtu.be/1mvz7I7Dp5c">A la faveur de l’automne</a><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">, (2003)</span></b><o:p></o:p></p><br />SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-45115754714818136142022-06-18T18:48:00.003+02:002022-06-18T18:48:38.941+02:00L’anticyclone des Açores et sur nous*<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0G0u3077ErNu1LpAkf5WI3zV6mtKQ-X7txonOXryVj1RAuboREedexBlXHlUiIgC3PHO0K70AYu_TN9x-UE4a7xeNtYaMT1Scvru1rd3y3qIsFoJWaV3RwHax6AlIOFBbkUUDPbqIYraGZht1xjXrYp4yLf-AjhYEfLyTSVWEN5KjIMuCgx-NHT7Chg/s800/Ritz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0G0u3077ErNu1LpAkf5WI3zV6mtKQ-X7txonOXryVj1RAuboREedexBlXHlUiIgC3PHO0K70AYu_TN9x-UE4a7xeNtYaMT1Scvru1rd3y3qIsFoJWaV3RwHax6AlIOFBbkUUDPbqIYraGZht1xjXrYp4yLf-AjhYEfLyTSVWEN5KjIMuCgx-NHT7Chg/w640-h426/Ritz.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nikon FM Kodak Portra</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">Ça vous
tente un petit apéro en terrasse en écoutant cette belle chanson ?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 107%;">;-)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">*Raphaël, </span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><a href="https://youtu.be/ssV1WDhet5c">L’année la plus chaude de tous
les temp</a><span class="MsoHyperlink">s</span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">, Anticyclone(2017)</span></b><o:p></o:p></p>SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-8491994645636478652022-06-16T13:40:00.000+02:002022-06-16T13:40:50.653+02:00Chanson pour toi*<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjChQ4BkzOaVPQc1F4oE3Am7g9PyiHwTM-qFaX2RU-rdmky9rh_a5E-k7C-NALoPIr-9eM5bPI1e4jN1bpa-3lFL3ieehnIWqFw_NDlOn_YA1ybEpdBnSH8z_a3xOMe-NYz0vdNjFv5ijVzz0vUvuj6cGlSpXufQ1E4UNdug1cBF2zLNUK7rC4OqWe5FQ/s4928/Chanson%20pour%20toi.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4928" data-original-width="3264" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjChQ4BkzOaVPQc1F4oE3Am7g9PyiHwTM-qFaX2RU-rdmky9rh_a5E-k7C-NALoPIr-9eM5bPI1e4jN1bpa-3lFL3ieehnIWqFw_NDlOn_YA1ybEpdBnSH8z_a3xOMe-NYz0vdNjFv5ijVzz0vUvuj6cGlSpXufQ1E4UNdug1cBF2zLNUK7rC4OqWe5FQ/w424-h640/Chanson%20pour%20toi.JPG" width="424" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nikon D5100</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">…avec toujours l’espoir que dans
150 ans tu seras toujours là…<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Petite <a href="https://www.dropbox.com/s/xgmutqqbcnmd5y7/Chanson%20pour%20toi.docx?dl=0" target="_blank">chanson</a> écrite au mois
de février. Il faisait si froid. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: 26pt; line-height: 107%;">;-)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%;">*SD, </span></b><a href="https://www.dropbox.com/sh/0srf9ztvma8uk5q/AADF96WGR9ZZGRlv0r9lwY8Ra?dl=0" target="_blank"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%;">Chanson pour toi</span></b></a><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%;"> (2022)</span></b><o:p></o:p></p>SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-15886066035148300602022-06-14T13:55:00.000+02:002022-06-14T13:55:25.982+02:00Nos voyages sont pareils*<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgomqMT-ztiVqliBQaOor3IryJmBSvx3F5Ph6Cg9VRRPX7Q6rpJDZhODLM1V8gWAHCLkdx4NQkJRqq2X6_MwmUqLAdmjmPw6GFvZCDHlZZN3kYLU3-v_nD1xmw64tqvVejV0z25GPVTaCrBTmLoNi3qgsjzl9zLiCx6JAOOaB9n_jF-ZCRRZOVMZiucPg/s4761/On%20est%20tous%20pareils%20bis.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4761" data-original-width="3072" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgomqMT-ztiVqliBQaOor3IryJmBSvx3F5Ph6Cg9VRRPX7Q6rpJDZhODLM1V8gWAHCLkdx4NQkJRqq2X6_MwmUqLAdmjmPw6GFvZCDHlZZN3kYLU3-v_nD1xmw64tqvVejV0z25GPVTaCrBTmLoNi3qgsjzl9zLiCx6JAOOaB9n_jF-ZCRRZOVMZiucPg/w412-h640/On%20est%20tous%20pareils%20bis.jpg" width="412" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nikon D 5100 (il y a déjà quelques temps...)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">…et désorganisés… <o:p></o:p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: 26pt; line-height: 107%;">;-)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%;">*Florent Marchet, <a href="https://youtu.be/8O0_4hpLla8">On est tous pareils</a>, Gargilesse, (2004)</span></b><o:p></o:p></p>SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-18446158865525176802022-06-13T11:10:00.002+02:002022-06-13T11:10:58.036+02:00Tout est devenu flou*<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxaHUfelfzpDY7BcK7MHOF8zLaM4Bmhrk3k_ViVt_kBxKScGCtDlzMdYWw_rxmB8TIwar0sm7dMJIotSm2dSSphGQ-QLg8OTwTlweLgW1AWBGSfdxDUpec2hX3Za1VYETS8fR-8hpMeidCL18zKkNLpEKiqeSw_m0GzCT2_Q1RAy6dUo_OZ8q9aPRg8A/s613/Explozoom-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="401" data-original-width="613" height="418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxaHUfelfzpDY7BcK7MHOF8zLaM4Bmhrk3k_ViVt_kBxKScGCtDlzMdYWw_rxmB8TIwar0sm7dMJIotSm2dSSphGQ-QLg8OTwTlweLgW1AWBGSfdxDUpec2hX3Za1VYETS8fR-8hpMeidCL18zKkNLpEKiqeSw_m0GzCT2_Q1RAy6dUo_OZ8q9aPRg8A/w640-h418/Explozoom-2.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nikon D5100</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">…un peu trop fou pour moi !<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Et j’en profite pour jouer au
ping-pong avec <a href="https://tatouchedesruesdesvignes.blogspot.com/">celui</a>
qui a pris <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZZeGoOVtr_gs9ag3zGOcwozoYlJKgT_fhp9fKIWmT2T5obiLVI8Rx8jFwyZW0Mt74P-p2Xrn4SRVTuZ-IV0t9c3a3u2tuoKdIM6AaunmNbCkTYqH52tFY3V9kNXuz6tFRIL_m5QqgHmVDijDliOX_OrNvnJoJRdjsNW_XX4M3uNpqwLhZhv8HODInA/s6240/DSCF5233.JPG">cette
photo !</a><o:p></o:p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 107%;">;-)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">*Angèle, </span></b><a href="https://youtu.be/D6Wi3SmmnAE"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Flou</span></b></a><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">, Brol, (2018)</span></b><o:p></o:p></p>SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-91931663957772807952022-06-11T16:13:00.000+02:002022-06-11T16:13:23.987+02:00J’vais en toucher deux mots à mon ego*<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAkQL1yW9S01q7fvxn068Vzc1P0fQefHeGKXQ17Te2hhYLIUCn6xxQYgU0Q-Oh56XSyYQX8ypvDQwC8NApwwdy-EQuGIuCC_mezXOuhwOwCacAuLp2_l3HZFB8VucHXzoiUe9G020CWWk-2HIeQPCeg85jRhF9N6T-Akdx8zSJ_TtIBa9BA9447C1lyQ/s4832/SD%20Maier.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4760" data-original-width="4832" height="630" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAkQL1yW9S01q7fvxn068Vzc1P0fQefHeGKXQ17Te2hhYLIUCn6xxQYgU0Q-Oh56XSyYQX8ypvDQwC8NApwwdy-EQuGIuCC_mezXOuhwOwCacAuLp2_l3HZFB8VucHXzoiUe9G020CWWk-2HIeQPCeg85jRhF9N6T-Akdx8zSJ_TtIBa9BA9447C1lyQ/w640-h630/SD%20Maier.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Semflex TriX 400</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Il y a eu une époque où je me
prenais pour <a href="http://www.vivianmaier.com/gallery/self-portraits/#slide-1">Vivian Maier</a>
avec ce <a href="https://www.photosurcour.fr/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/SEMFLEX-ARGENTIQUE-SEM-BERTHIOT-3.5-1-scaled.jpg">drôle
d’appareil</a>…mais ça, c’était avant ! <o:p></o:p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: red; font-size: 26pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">;-)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%;">*M, </span></b><a href="https://youtu.be/L3hA8JVnUGY"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%;">Mon ego</span></b></a><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%;">, Qui de
nous deux, (2003)</span></b><o:p></o:p></p>SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-30492265367995803962022-06-10T11:30:00.000+02:002022-06-10T13:11:08.778+02:00Shh shhh, it’s oh so still*<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJw1p4gcgA-AVTbDzxayXc-d58U73EqbbPNWixf5yJBDaDd4qMHssrTfoSp--HooNgEovG5UkFZdz0SVZ_xxabVPIi84IBk0oEOKIR6NxQe-ZP457qyPufQcL2TW5-uObTj6Hv_Zxbd_HRaHeo57pnst5pu4JyzSfsLYiZbuYvMT4se5ZP-AOUhQCtGw/s2016/It's%20oh%20so%20quiet.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJw1p4gcgA-AVTbDzxayXc-d58U73EqbbPNWixf5yJBDaDd4qMHssrTfoSp--HooNgEovG5UkFZdz0SVZ_xxabVPIi84IBk0oEOKIR6NxQe-ZP457qyPufQcL2TW5-uObTj6Hv_Zxbd_HRaHeo57pnst5pu4JyzSfsLYiZbuYvMT4se5ZP-AOUhQCtGw/w640-h480/It's%20oh%20so%20quiet.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Iphone 8 (encore une fois..)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Parfois j’me dis « moi
vouloir être chat »…<o:p></o:p></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: red; font-size: 26pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">;-) <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">*Björk, <a href="https://youtu.be/Lj9O9r2xe0U">It’s oh so quiet</a>, Post,
(1995)</span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-29157591332634060462022-06-09T10:20:00.001+02:002022-06-09T10:20:42.461+02:00I want to drown my sorrow*<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-HGlFpVbKldWhoJJ2E0gbtcsJDKRE5LU6Az9tY16IM8ENQrLWGRccggw3C7nll7PhRrQ9XfufQUD6S6ojY6-0mrjFAL6V1sxibCaumxOT88FBJPQ4uNme5QoF3i8iS3RaoO41sVtMc09y_ICny695BOT6WB1KUQW25ddKswitS0iuMF-D81HSyFbA3g/s2016/I%20want%20to%20drown%20my%20sorrow.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-HGlFpVbKldWhoJJ2E0gbtcsJDKRE5LU6Az9tY16IM8ENQrLWGRccggw3C7nll7PhRrQ9XfufQUD6S6ojY6-0mrjFAL6V1sxibCaumxOT88FBJPQ4uNme5QoF3i8iS3RaoO41sVtMc09y_ICny695BOT6WB1KUQW25ddKswitS0iuMF-D81HSyFbA3g/w480-h640/I%20want%20to%20drown%20my%20sorrow.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Iphone 8 (encore une fois !)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Bon,
j’espère que personne n’est entré librement ici avant moi car il semblerait qu’il n’y ait
qu’une seule boisson fraiche et qu’une seule glace !</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">Pas
de quoi noyer son chagrin, somme toute…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">En
même temps, je suis plutôt d’humeur joyeuse aujourd’hui donc ça tombe bien ! </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p><span style="color: red; font-size: 26pt; text-align: center;">;-)</span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: red; font-size: 26pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">*Tears for Fears, <a href="https://youtu.be/u1ZvPSpLxCg">Mad World</a>,
(1982)</span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-79299689149409735012022-06-08T12:18:00.001+02:002022-06-08T16:20:43.938+02:00Have you any wool...*<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Où sont les moutons ?</span> (yeux roulants)</p><p>Et moi je faisais un petit peu partie du troupeau aussi, quoiqu'un peu en retrait ! J'ai trouvé ce "spectacle" amusant...</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRpSnXVe1zSFGkMSeigi1ScqD1w76aLLX2vx4gJLuX0HOkdBoNw-4-1IAjFNl0ZZeLOe2bwmf_jxY9af44d5QsB6jPWlt4PsVmGVzfpCfREjPhLsQ6Q7l0nszWcwK1U2gBd9LeqsnZL6MkYDNOsbxKV__XLa_cdpklNfWwC5cYB9wjQ6eL2ndw-UOEQ/s1839/IMG_6090-2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1379" data-original-width="1839" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRpSnXVe1zSFGkMSeigi1ScqD1w76aLLX2vx4gJLuX0HOkdBoNw-4-1IAjFNl0ZZeLOe2bwmf_jxY9af44d5QsB6jPWlt4PsVmGVzfpCfREjPhLsQ6Q7l0nszWcwK1U2gBd9LeqsnZL6MkYDNOsbxKV__XLa_cdpklNfWwC5cYB9wjQ6eL2ndw-UOEQ/w640-h480/IMG_6090-2.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Iphone 8</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: red; font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">;-)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p>*<a href="https://youtu.be/BdIbimMa3P0" target="_blank">Ba ba black sheep</a>, Nursery Rhyme (date de la nuit des temps !)</p><p><br /></p>SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-79944972722218721882022-06-07T13:34:00.001+02:002022-06-08T16:21:28.792+02:00Mirrors on the ceiling...*<span style="text-align: center;"><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9LhJSZWcY680ut2VXbCoZFIF5LtxXTvLYSE9tVWWYozZofetBxUY17r6T8IEBnVLfyBQRkpNPYUrMlEe2iiOoCsZDwmhBCSq4Q5txG6HkhWZ5HrvlnCkYHqmehVraF0yeYY0IY4xDU0NdIFtp3cK0ny6ozbVumLY2UkOLhWoX6N8WbJEZCeYKJoQZng/s1923/Mirrors%20on%20the%20ceiling.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1381" data-original-width="1923" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9LhJSZWcY680ut2VXbCoZFIF5LtxXTvLYSE9tVWWYozZofetBxUY17r6T8IEBnVLfyBQRkpNPYUrMlEe2iiOoCsZDwmhBCSq4Q5txG6HkhWZ5HrvlnCkYHqmehVraF0yeYY0IY4xDU0NdIFtp3cK0ny6ozbVumLY2UkOLhWoX6N8WbJEZCeYKJoQZng/w640-h460/Mirrors%20on%20the%20ceiling.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Iphone 8 (mais j'aurais bien aimé utiliser mon Nikon FM et une Kodachrome )</td></tr></tbody></table><br />.....the pink champagne on ice<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Bon je ne suis pas sûre pour les miroirs au plafond et le champagne mais bon...je ne suis pas allée vérifier non plus hein ! ;-)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Et en plus, ma photo n'est même pas droite ! </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: red; font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">;-)<o:p></o:p></span></p></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>* Eagles, <a href="https://youtu.be/vl8EGbidPKs" target="_blank">Hotel California</a> (1976)</span></div>SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-25808706671491525742022-04-04T16:21:00.001+02:002022-06-08T16:22:22.032+02:00La ville qui s’endort, les néons*<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPW4bcqjVLUEGTsskLczFf4cuk1F9-XPJhJNo8r5NSiPpPQzB5tpF7MLJ43GCfVaoEHpqVLYfCgPBW67-8h6ptq-Xu37BPpcIRCJHKRDtJOAYBDppTOiLnV2T6JC2yPzuLbeU2WHZl3paCLbLOYfnmrsdDTumJ0B8dfOfLVDjZ0vXgJwKcgH8fh8xakw/s4928/Kodak%20Ektachrome%20100%20vs.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="4928" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPW4bcqjVLUEGTsskLczFf4cuk1F9-XPJhJNo8r5NSiPpPQzB5tpF7MLJ43GCfVaoEHpqVLYfCgPBW67-8h6ptq-Xu37BPpcIRCJHKRDtJOAYBDppTOiLnV2T6JC2yPzuLbeU2WHZl3paCLbLOYfnmrsdDTumJ0B8dfOfLVDjZ0vXgJwKcgH8fh8xakw/w640-h424/Kodak%20Ektachrome%20100%20vs.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nikon D 5100 _Filtre Kodak Ektachrome 100 (car j'aurais aimé !)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">Je
n’ai pas envie de glace, ni de churros, ni de gaufre.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">A
cet instant précis j’ai envie d’avant. De fous rires, d’insouciance.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p><span style="color: red; font-size: 26pt; text-align: center;">;-)</span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: red; font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%;">*Gaëtan Roussel & Vanessa
Paradis, <a href="https://youtu.be/Yc2aBePWlgY">Tu me manques</a> (pourtant tu
es là), Trafic (2018)</span></b><o:p></o:p></p>SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-39191528232009530602022-03-14T13:47:00.004+01:002022-06-08T16:23:25.126+02:00Des malheurs qu’on oublie*<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgdnBCoEZph7w3RM_YtUFdOsnrl7c4VdG0jH5VEp722n6cHP-zz1HFSJwwmOTI0kKenfkgmivsPtlNjFyl4ViK0l_jOtI98pVJ84VCJEy6iIEo0z71g-VOBIC_W4TDd8N02jmcud4mMEygccgRRz83I9LecV0-gsHH8RGMwalVBi8DbyhCUteZIYdqT5Q=s2544" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1696" data-original-width="2544" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgdnBCoEZph7w3RM_YtUFdOsnrl7c4VdG0jH5VEp722n6cHP-zz1HFSJwwmOTI0kKenfkgmivsPtlNjFyl4ViK0l_jOtI98pVJ84VCJEy6iIEo0z71g-VOBIC_W4TDd8N02jmcud4mMEygccgRRz83I9LecV0-gsHH8RGMwalVBi8DbyhCUteZIYdqT5Q=w640-h426" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nikon FM Kodak 400</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">Des
tristesses surannées…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">Je la
vois encore assise sur cette chaise avec son large sourire. Elle protégeait son visage du soleil pour empêcher le temps d'aller trop vite. Elle ne voulait pas vieillir. C'est mieux comme ça avait elle dit. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">Je n’ai pas oublié ce
malheur. Jamais. Et la tristesse que je ressens encore n’est pas non plus surannée.
<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">Et
j’aime cette chanson.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="color: red; font-size: 26pt; text-align: center;">;-)</span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: red; font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%;">*Alain Bashung, <a href="https://youtu.be/YUHi3xNyvk4">Tant de nuits</a>, Bleu pétrole (2008)<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p>SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-70999088694209072362022-03-10T14:11:00.002+01:002022-06-08T16:23:47.628+02:00Sur le Pont Neuf y’a plus que des vieux*<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh9DrXVgCutn43B275Pp3Iq03qZPZy8aFFAn0FKAl_4IaBpwgzTbyau5qFFAmswUw0lvXGXVwMyH_bYDqr7Zd6Tgz5xvePoEmOn0ftJlXg2aZFg3K0QTEflFgfTZ2nbVBKBSkT0p-c5mSGapZ5URDPkcllqmKENLLlsz8X0Z6J5DxrTovoU28v8z4RMSw=s3360" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2240" data-original-width="3360" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh9DrXVgCutn43B275Pp3Iq03qZPZy8aFFAn0FKAl_4IaBpwgzTbyau5qFFAmswUw0lvXGXVwMyH_bYDqr7Zd6Tgz5xvePoEmOn0ftJlXg2aZFg3K0QTEflFgfTZ2nbVBKBSkT0p-c5mSGapZ5URDPkcllqmKENLLlsz8X0Z6J5DxrTovoU28v8z4RMSw=w640-h426" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nikon FM Ilford 400</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: red; font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">;-)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%;">*Benjamin Biolay, </span></b><a href="https://youtu.be/Q7HhEhxAtt8">Parc Fermé</a> <b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%;">, Grand Prix (2020)<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p> </p>SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-2625895697435165102022-03-09T11:50:00.004+01:002022-06-08T16:25:21.114+02:00Les mots sont faibles devant toi*<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEswnhdkvO8xMAkT3BovniX1pcobrO3p1r7XkzTdiwpzFYbdPMPNS9po4vk8ffjaUAyMs3BEpwMWAZD3T5qhooyvCo43jcO2zQdKjXUvtA0DVlVuojP40fKd768WeByHyHwQ1E5bRQ45BfX22zoSMolebMhvQ_heAknbhrzlSDLEGb5C7_qB7Mozd7Og=s3360" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2240" data-original-width="3360" height="376" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEswnhdkvO8xMAkT3BovniX1pcobrO3p1r7XkzTdiwpzFYbdPMPNS9po4vk8ffjaUAyMs3BEpwMWAZD3T5qhooyvCo43jcO2zQdKjXUvtA0DVlVuojP40fKd768WeByHyHwQ1E5bRQ45BfX22zoSMolebMhvQ_heAknbhrzlSDLEGb5C7_qB7Mozd7Og=w566-h376" width="566" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nikon FM Ilford 400@800</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%;">Les heures sont belles auprès de toi...</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%;"></span></b></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: red; font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">;-)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%;">*Joseph D’Anvers, </span></b><a href="https://youtu.be/2ZXrnGF5x5g"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%;">L’amnésie</span></b></a><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%;">, Les jours
sauvages (2008)<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><br /><p></p>SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-89198522342004783482022-03-08T10:44:00.002+01:002022-06-08T16:24:08.704+02:00On allait se jeter mais on ferme la fenêtre*<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZ7Hx9vTmaIDvr1fwHfmQKFQgnMiBGO1CHvW-9b8bPj4wEY7VJUthn1u0qc4IsWBRyha0tT5DvPZvX9IToYrqnQFz8LokgdtctRu0ryiATvX-mj6jgO9mD2G2fKF4vgjIQQtyX7kyFZ4ypUd9M2r-JZWU8G0gxRpLcWc1_vVutV9L_m95FgIfn4rO7Gw=s4928" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="4928" height="356" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZ7Hx9vTmaIDvr1fwHfmQKFQgnMiBGO1CHvW-9b8bPj4wEY7VJUthn1u0qc4IsWBRyha0tT5DvPZvX9IToYrqnQFz8LokgdtctRu0ryiATvX-mj6jgO9mD2G2fKF4vgjIQQtyX7kyFZ4ypUd9M2r-JZWU8G0gxRpLcWc1_vVutV9L_m95FgIfn4rO7Gw=w537-h356" width="537" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p align="center" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: red; font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">;-)<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">*Florent Marchet, <a href="https://youtu.be/8jOIcm8Ij8c" target="_blank">De justesse</a></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%;">(2022)</span></b><o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p><br /> </p>SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-70985862695292991022022-03-07T16:36:00.005+01:002022-06-08T16:24:40.624+02:00The evenings and the afternoons are measured out in coffee spoons*<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8FMEuQ1P8JN3agfM1aWSnTtltaoKRfM2-SdQ7XBUVirnlyCozfSr3oWVsa3g_TNc7Jp6QXVJYICO4W4YHQCGlsX3xQnWTTogA5bj0KVQ1LS3sawVvpY_kgcl43ImrvVIfhyULttJ7_veE6fHduyTMVI-72bfU7hJQ6zHcGU8k8-g3OrmEBBby15ui0g=s2016" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="359" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8FMEuQ1P8JN3agfM1aWSnTtltaoKRfM2-SdQ7XBUVirnlyCozfSr3oWVsa3g_TNc7Jp6QXVJYICO4W4YHQCGlsX3xQnWTTogA5bj0KVQ1LS3sawVvpY_kgcl43ImrvVIfhyULttJ7_veE6fHduyTMVI-72bfU7hJQ6zHcGU8k8-g3OrmEBBby15ui0g=w479-h359" width="479" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Je suis retournée ici aujourd’hui.
J’ai parcouru ces pages d’images et relu des traces de vous laissées ici. Je
vous ai même rendu visite. Certains d’entre vous ont déménagé. D’autres n’ont
pas refait le papier peint depuis longtemps.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Je vous avais quittés en pleine
tempête. Submergée par les larmes.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Ça fait huit ans et deux mois. Une
autre tempête et des aurores boréales.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: courier;"></span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: red; font-size: 26.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">;-)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">*I am Kloot, </span></b><a href="http://youtu.be/PHlmKij9PjQ" style="text-align: start;" target="_blank"><b><span color="windowtext" lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%; text-decoration-line: none;">Some better day</span></b></a><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="text-align: start;">, Let it all in (2013)</span></span></b><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></p></div><p><br /><span style="color: red;"> <span style="font-size: large;"> <b>;-)</b></span></span></p>SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3812830634192353876.post-45765949813829607722014-01-03T16:37:00.000+01:002014-01-03T16:37:37.005+01:00I have a faded photograph*<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><i>"I'm looking for some better day"</i> dit la chanson et ce n'est pas moi qui la contredirais.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">La tempête sévit en Bretagne coupant le courant dans bon nombre de maisons. Moi je suis dans on petit F2 de banlieue parisienne. Et je suis submergée aussi...</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"><b>;-)</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">*I am Kloot, <a href="http://youtu.be/PHlmKij9PjQ" target="_blank">Some better day</a>, Let it all in (2013)</span>SDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12311320830915104817noreply@blogger.com2