something somewhere once at a time

Clouds Up, Toronto, Canada

I started my first job as a new immigrant to Canada 2 weeks ago, commuting into Toronto a few times a week, and every time I exit Union Station I look up and wonder if these buildings have grown taller again.

I'm sure I'll get used to it but for now, it makes my head spin.

Falling in love with a city silenced by the snowstorm, Hamilton, Ontario

I moved to Ontario a month ago, just before we were hit by 2 snowstorms in a week, and coming from the Paris region I had never seen a city so completely buried by snow !

I walked downtown struggling not to fall, seeing almost no one around, but feeling a deep sense of both peace and excitement 🤍 this is a new aspect of my life

Flowers grow best with some shade, Saint-Germain-en-Laye, France

Maurice Denis was a fervently Christian painter of the 19th-20th century, his work full of pastel colours reflecting his faith, love for his wife, and appreciation of the Nabi art movement. He set up his atelier in an old hospital and its chapel in the town of Saint Germain en Laye, just outside of Paris, and to this day you can still see his paintings there in the Maurice Denis museum.

I personally really didn't care for his paintings and his style, but I would definitely come back for this garden if I'm ever in the area ! It was so peaceful and it made me want to just sit in the grass and play chess under the mighty trees.

Summer's pinks, Paris, France

We're actually having a pretty cold weather for summer here in Paris, at least not a hot one, after a rainy and grey spring, but it's making it still pleasant to walk around and I don't feel like I'm suffocating so I'll take it!

Life and Art, who imitates who? Yellowstone National Park, US

Colours bleeding into each other in these waters and soils full of micro organisms and creating art from a unique biological ecosystem ... I want to understand the science behind it and celebrate the complexity of life but at the same time have it be a complete mystery and just paint it like it's a miracle.

The call of the deep, Yellowstone National Park, US

The pools and geysers made me want to jump into them and continuously fall in the dark, or in the sky, until the end of times.

(My partner said I would have a thing for "The Vast" in Magnus Archives but I still haven't listened so who knows)

Paint and cracks, Yellowstone National Park, US

I want to touch and grasp all of the textures, smell all the scents, hear all the water sounds, see all the tiny nuances of colour.

Golden hour on concrete, Evry-Courcouronnes, France

The other day I was telling coworkers that I find the architecture of this city really interesting when the light hits right, and they all laughed teasing me that I didn't have to be polite and it's an ugly, ugly town.

Well I beg to disagree.

The village of my grandfather, part 2, France

My grandpa grew up in the France no one cares to visit now, and many people would rather forget about. The ground is fertile, but the vast flat plains make it a perfect soil for a battlegrounds. World War 1 and 2 of course, but long before that the Hundred Years War, and any war between the French and the Spanish, the French and the English, the French and the Austrian, the French and the Prussians... Sometimes I wonder the stories the fields and rivers would tell if they could speak.

Emily in Paris needs an umbrella, Paris, France

I had an appointment in the 17th arrondissement, I don't know it too well so I put on the audiobook of the Colour of Magic by Terry Pratchett and told myself I was going on an adventure ! I would appreciate tips on how to handle my umbrella and my camera settings at the same time when I only have two hands, it's a struggle...

The village of my grandfather, France

When my friends asked me to describe the place I was taking them to for a weekend getaway, I told them it's a small village, surrounded by fields and beet sugar factories, so flat you can see the wind mills from very far away, with some houses that haven't been properly rebuilt since the storm of 1999, no stores but a tobacco/lottery "bar PMU" (not even a bakery), a modern church since the old one was bombed in both world wars, a stadium that's really just grass with two goal posts, and nothing to do but fish in the swamp.

They told me I was trying to make it sound terrible on purpose, I told them I wasn't, it's just what it really is. After a weekend there, they confirmed that it is exactly what I described, and that there is actually nothing depreciative about that description ; and in fact all those things give our little village in the North of France its bittersweet charm.

Sailing in the November rains, Paris, France

I had some extra time in Paris yesterday before meeting up with a friend, so instead of sitting down somewhere, I went on a walk from the 17th to the 1st arrondissement, through many streets I had never been in before ! I hadn't walked aimlessly with my camera in a while...

Let me build a house in the forest for you, Newfoundland, Canada

This trail gets so gorged with water and slimu that they've build this little path of wood along most of it to avoid struggling through the mud ; the wood sometimes looks slippery and unstable, and yet it resists and takes you through the trees to meadows and coves.

Would you live alone at the end of the road ?, Newfoundland, Canada

Still wondering if people lived there year-round, who they are and what their lives must be like...

Ocean mountain and rain forest, Newfoundland, Canada

On our second day of hiking the West of the island, we headed to Cedar Cove and the James Cook Heritage Trail, and played hide and seek with the pouring rain and the fog... We mostly lost, but happily so 🍂😊🌧️

Love under the Tuckamore trees, Newfoundland, Canada

The strong winds and the fog of the island have deformed the Krummholz trees into dense shrubs, and the ones on the Coastal Trail of Newfoundland have formed a little tent you can walk around and feel cozy under 🥰🌿

Treasure hunting for mushrooms and witches, Newfoundland, Canada

Fall in Newfoundland felt magical and mysterious, and I just wanted to get lost in the woods, hearing nothing but the wind and the sea...