Secret Garden
On this day we decided to walk around our neighborhood between work and school calls.
At that time, the strict quarantine was replaced by a curfew after 6 p.m. For people who work in the first half of the day (like me), it was still very difficult to find a moment to just take a walk outdoors.
In this context, the idea of wandering the familiar streets of the 12th arrondissement no longer seemed so trivial.
In Bercy park, we stumbled across a bridge we had walked over dozens of times. But this time both of us noticed something special about it. Winter had bared the branches of the trees, revealing these two black trunks, which had an interesting wavy shape and intersected at the top, thus forming a kind of an arch.
Without hesitation I photographed the place from several angles, incorporating Cléa into the composition.
Looking at the result, it seems to me that this photo might not have been there if I hadn't spent 2 months among the hills and forests of the Auvergne.
Before this trip, I only wanted to photograph the city with its proper geometry, minimalism in details. The city is easier to frame. The lines of houses, perspectives of streets are quite good materials to create a perfect composition with people who happen to be in the frame.
With nature, however, everything is much more complicated. Every time I tried to take a shot of nature, I got lost in the abundance of details: of leaves, branches and grass. For me nature was (and to some extent still is) a chaos that is very difficult to tame with a camera. But this experience has paid off.
This is probably my first print-worthy photograph in which nature is the protagonist.
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