• On ground level

    Article and photos by Ey@el

    Original en français

    “Before the daisies, vermeil rimmed and white,
    Hide in deep herbage; and ere yet the bees
    Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas,
    I must be near the middle of my story.

    ~ John Keats ("Endymion")

    The shivering dragonfly
    Gazes at its eyeballs
    In the magnificent pond
    Full of a wide and mysterious world.”

    ~ Victor Hugo ("Printemps")

    See that feather ?
    Well, it's... an angel feather
    Don't worry, I'm not asking you to believe me, I won't anymore
    Still, if you could listen to my story again one more time.
    ~ Claude Nougaro ("Plume d'ange")

    “My stretched heart of fragrant ivy and vines,
    You are a garden where all four seasons
    Partaking of fresh boxwood, gooseberry clusters,
    And pinecones, dance on the lawn.”
    ~ Anna de Noailles ("Le coeur innombrable")

    Truths are fruits that should only be picked at the peak of ripeness.
    ~ Voltaire

    On a warm summer day, I fell asleep in the shade of a gooseberry bush and like Alice, had the strangest of dreams: my size had shrinked to that of an ant. During the course of my adventure, I met up with Bob the Bumblebee and Lulu the Dragonfly, and stumbled across a pair of wings and a heart an angel had left behind while picking up some unripe pearls of wisdom as you can see from the pictures above.


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