The inspiration comes from walking.
The inspiration comes from looking.
This afternoon, I went back to the Gorges de la Blanche, where I start taking my habits. I parked beside the road that leads to Selonnet. I climbed over the stone parapet and then I went down straight picks up the ravine. In this section, the bottom of the groove is widened, but the slopes that are steep because the black marls which are very brittle. It is therefore quite difficult to get and even harder to stand out.
Once at the bottom, the increase was much easier. The stream winds through the rounded boulders of sandstone rock that comes from glacial moraines found hidden in the undergrowth. The contrasts are striking between these two rocks. In places, thin yarn water highly charged with calcareous hurtle down from the walls forming rocky concretions. At these locations, the vegetation is lush, moss alongside the reeds and sometimes a few reeds.
as I climbed to the foot of the dam bar Throat of the White. All along, I looked for a place that could accommodate my next project but unfortunately I have not found the evidence. With the fall so quickly that colors the landscape, the places I had found previously have completely changed. Finally, in looking at the pictures on my computer the evening I found the perfect place.
Once at the bottom, the increase was much easier. The stream winds through the rounded boulders of sandstone rock that comes from glacial moraines found hidden in the undergrowth. The contrasts are striking between these two rocks. In places, thin yarn water highly charged with calcareous hurtle down from the walls forming rocky concretions. At these locations, the vegetation is lush, moss alongside the reeds and sometimes a few reeds.
as I climbed to the foot of the dam bar Throat of the White. All along, I looked for a place that could accommodate my next project but unfortunately I have not found the evidence. With the fall so quickly that colors the landscape, the places I had found previously have completely changed. Finally, in looking at the pictures on my computer the evening I found the perfect place.
The inspiration comes from looking.
During my trip, when I returned to my feet, I was attracted by some broken black marls that had fallen on a white roll. I picked up other pieces of stone lying and sizes that I assembled into a spiral.
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