''The beast of the undergrowth''
In the half-light of the undergrowth, a yellow ray pierces the foliage. An eye lights up, then the hair warms. The beast is on the move. It's a garden of peace, where the glow of the sun doesn't tempt you to hide, because people are sleeping and hares know it...
European Hare
''A garden where the trees are flowers''
Wherever life expresses itself, there are planets to explore.
Futile greenish and sandy grass, strewn with gorse and orchis, wood pigeons embrace and blackbirds scavenge for food that was not created for our eyes. The passerines sing, almost invisible, while sparrowhawks prowl and rabbits garden at the very moment when giant legs pass by, unconcerned about such a singular universe.
Wild rabbit
''Intrigue at the blue lake''
You're intrigued by my strange shape. You seem to be watching my face from every angle.
I've taken the liberty of coming to your place for a while, where you eat, sleep and wait for the rain to pass.
Surprisingly, you don't chase me off your property. You only seem to know that word for your own kind when you're protecting your children. For the stranger that I am, you take the time to be curious, to move closer to me and tilt your little head to one side as if to say: ‘we could have been friends’.
Familiar red-throat
''Sea of sand''
Contemporary old dinosaurs. Almost all of you have left terra firma for the company of the wind. You have adorned your fingers with feathers and conquered vertigo. From now on, you will fill the void that is so damaging to us, the mammals of the earth.
Thank you for putting us face to face with the yellow clouds of the evening, when you launch your intoxicating choreography. A gift from the world, a balm that heals many ills when we offer you a piece of our time in exchange.
White storks
''Prairie at dawn, hope of an encounter''
Standing facing the sun at dawn is like waiting for a play to begin, immersed in the half-light of an organic room.
When the spotlights come on, every blade of grass and every branch becomes a luminous silhouette.
A play of light and shadow, with only the animals left to take to the stage. Shy actresses of our world, we have to cultivate the hope of an apparition, magically transforming hours into seconds.
Vercors