At noon, or in the sunset, running and hiding in the deep and narrow spaces of a wide corn's field... this pursuit is a great pleasure. We enjoy the colours, the textures, the sense of mistery, the magical staging of a real place, of a alive spot, full of strange sounds, like the wind's moan.
The sky burns and the stars get born. There is a strange silence, nuanced with living breathes. Here you are a little bit of what I felt yesterday.