''Old sages on old branches''

When evening comes, the crows perch, dozens and hundreds of them. Like large fruit on a tree, they dot the sky's horizon and watch over the earth.

Birds of ill omen, some would say... I see thousand-year-old neighbours with pure, curious eyes.

Pests of the harvest, some would say. I see humans, not so different, simply helping themselves where food and resources abound.

Giving them time and observing them will plunge you into the unexpected and the surprising. Their intelligence will no longer be just a fact based on science but a truth emanating from yourself...

Black Crows

''Marble Illusion''

Depending on where you are, the hills hide or reveal living secrets. Get behind them and you won't see what's on the other side. Stand at the top and those secrets will evaporate as soon as they see you.

Now let's wait at the foot of that hill, take our time and melt into this world, the real world, not the scenery that scrolls past the car window or the green garden we think we know and briefly pass through on a walk.

Let's wait a few minutes, a few hours or a few days in the nagging hope of an apparition. Then, perhaps, the secrets will finally reveal themselves and paint a picture of the world's primal beauty.

European roe deer

''Red Fire Black''

To you little Redstart,

I ignored you for 25 years before I finally listened to the song from the roof of the house. Now that your winged fellows no longer go unnoticed, my attention freezes, magnetised by this unconscious ballet of your singular little forms.

In the warmth of the tiles, you tirelessly watch the flies fly. They are your bread and you know it. And to reach them you throw yourself into an emptiness that is beyond us. You twist eternally in the air between the sun's two passes over the horizon. And then you sleep, and then you start again. Because your survival depends on the beauty of your dances, inaccessible to our eyes.

Black Redstart

''Back to the wind, facing the void''

Mineral feathers and the size of a pebble, visible in its song when in love. This pipit is one of those creatures that observe us without being seen. A hidden detail of the Breton moors and cliffs, it lives in a setting that we can barely make out, but which is its home.

Sea Pipit