Chute-Montmorency, Québec City. Some take their time and soak in the view, I, on the contrary, almost ran to the … More
Sometimes, the most usual family Sunday trip, a place you’ve passed by and seen a thousand times from your early … More
Sometimes, it’s good to not have expectations and just go to a place you hear is nice. Not knowing what … More
A few of the best spots where those special, magical moments that make a journey worth it happened. Sunset : … More
Croatian beaches are not all ideal white sand ones. Maybe, that is why my ideal beach isn’t the white sand … More
This day gave me the whole package, and with that I mean the whole range of possible weather and the … More
Gaspésie had had a great allure for me before actual arrival, but the very first morning I woke up in … More
It might be a weird one, my response to the ”satisfaction” prompt. Yet, there was nothing like that delightful child-like … More
It was an hour away from Montreal I finally felt I was in Canada. Canoeing on a small lake with … More
There are places, perfectly situated between the water and the hills, the rocks and the forests, where flora and fauna … More
La Forêt Magique, Percé, Quebec. A thick fog greeted me in the morning and all through the walk in the … More
Being a city girl, my everyday notion of nature usually ends with cats climbing roofs, trees along the avenues, luscious … More
Playing with perspective in that moment on the top of a hill, looking at the view from the family ”weekend” … More
Sometimes, I feel spring wakes up our soul with its desires and dreams, gets us going joyfully again in that … More
Living in Paris always leaves one with the impression this glorious city is all or at least the best the … More
From the seed to the flower, from the fruit to the fallen leaves, the roots and the empty branches…
There’s nothing saying new horizons better than superb views, especially those including water or the higher bird-like eye. It inevitably … More
The cut between the summer holidays and working autumn that has now transformed into a chilling winter seems more brutal than the one during school years when the classes and the tests began.
Water is healing. Petrohué River, Los Lagos, Chile.
The view or the smell of pine tress brings back so many things. The feel of summer alone, then the favourite summers of my childhood on the many islands of our neighboring country.
I’ve always had a special relation to cliffs and edges of any sort – fascination and vertigo entwined, in the most curious of minds. Of parts of my mind at least.
Nothing quite like a cloud reflecting in a lake. Besides a mountain doing the same. Andes, Atacama, Chile. For WPC.
I don’t think much when it comes to framing my pictures while roaming around. If it’s not the actual walls of the streets’ houses, it has to be the empty branches or the green leaves of trees.
The charm of the Los Lagos Region in the South of Chile, right before the more famous Patagonia starts.