"Les mouvementsde la respiration sont l'expir, l'inspir et la suspension. En portant l'attention sur l'endroit où se place la respiration, sur son amplitude et son rythme, on obtient un souffle allongé et subtil."

Braj- Uttar Pradesh

The same old line with new eyes
breathing on the top deck
dropping shoulders
meeting newborns
Brompton cemetery

That I might be part of this. Ripple on water from a lonesome drip. A fallen tree that witnessedme. Him alone. Him and me. And that life itself could not aspire. To have someone be so admired.I threw creation to my kin. With a silence broken by a whispered wind. All of this can be broken

HOMAGE TO DE CHIRICO

"Ce que j'écoute ne vaut rien, il n'y a que ce que mes yeux voient ouverts et plus encore fermés."

In 1977 when I started taking pictures, Italy and Venice in particular were my primary destinations. I used to arrive at dawn taking the last train from Milan. I remember walking, often in a dreamlike state which was then an almost permanent condition, losing myself willingly in the murky reflections of the canals...only seemingly lost to the surrounding beauty

TIME OFF!
WORK IN PROGRESS!

THE VEGETABLES

Today
The vegetables would like to be cut

By someone who is singing G-d's Name

How could Hafiz know
Such top secret information?

Becouse
Once we were all tomatoes,

Potatoes, onions or
Zucchini.

TIRED

"We're tired of being white and we're tired of being black, and we're not going to be white and we're not going to be black any longer. We're going to be voices now, disembodied voices in the blue sky, pleasant harmonies in the cavities of your distress. And we're going to stay this way until you straighten up, until your suffering makes you calm, and you can belive the word of G-d who has told you so many times, and in so many ways, to love one another..."
Leonard Cohen

For when my own voice?

THE CLOISTERS

Maitri
Karuna
Mudita
Upeksha

CLINTON STREET

'On photographie des choses
pour se les chasser de l'esprit.
Mes histoires sont une façon de fermer les yeux.'
Kafka

COVENT GARDEN

Hither, thither, and yon
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Peter, Paul, and Mary
Sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll

SONEPUR, BIHAR

Sur le pont qui menait à la foire aux elelphants, des dizaines de sadhus....
En Inde j'ai compris ce qui est une foule...

BELLS AND SMELLS...

Sonepur, near Patna, a big elephant fair doubling as mela
The Ganaga and Jamuna rivers converging to create mystical influences....
throngs of pilgrims walking across the river

FLEE MARKET SCARE

Tu n'a pas peur qu'on te pique tes photos?' me demande un ami bien intentionné.
Maintenant j'ai peur...
une autre chose à laquelle penser, zut!

GINGEE

ainsi que Vijay avec son air serieux...

MAHABALIPURAM

Je donne à cette photo probablement beacoup plus d'importance qu'elle ne mérite...
Le sourire de cette petite fille me touche, ses yeux confiants croient en la vie
elle m'attendrit

MODIFIED STATIONARY PANIC

Common sights of Asia

6am, shouldn't I be sleeping?

LANDSCAPES FOREVER

From the ongoing series, here landscapes along the Mekong

J' HESITE

These pictures are part of a series I worked on for years back in the 80s called: 'Inner desolation and loss'. I tried to make a small book but could never really put the word 'end' to it.
It is now obsolete.

"All those comings and goings between Milan and London
Like a frightened mouse, scuffling around at the first stirring of an emotion ... flight , flight...
A large cage filled with snow. The camera like a shield, the camera like a net with which to try and catch, what?
Unconsciously, to still, maybe.
Wings fluttering, ending up by the flames of a candle."

Et ainsi de suite... un aperçu, trés gai il faut le dire, du texte qui allait avec les photos.

SRINAGAR, CACHEMIRE

Gardien de tombeau.
D'après ceux qui nous l'ont fait visiter il s'agit de celui de Îsâ , c'est à dire Jesus.
Surveçu à la crucifixion il serait parti en Inde...
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