Hervé Combe, Of sand and wind
Winter is for me the ideal season to discover and walk along the coastline, the human presence is rare, alone, far from the tourist affluence. The lights of the Channel or the Atlantic are beautiful, palette of pastels, and change constantly. Alone and in silence just accompanied by the screech of my footsteps on the sand or pebbles. Sometimes the strident cry of a seagull breaks the dull, monotonous sound of the surf. In black and white these images stimulate the imagination and horizontality calls for meditation. Walking for hours on these beaches is also an inner journey.