If love endured
As I get older, I am more and more conscious of the beauty of the photos made by my mother. As a photographer during the Sixties, she had a keen eye able to seize moments of our family life.
Here I am on my father’s shoulders, during a walk in a forest in Normandy. I appreciate especially the scrutinizing look of my older sister, Stella. She is certainly wondering what I did to merit this royal place. The art of photography is to seize these instant and vanishing moments.
The fascination that photography exerts on me comes certainly from its power of transmission. An image needs no words to express a feeling. No words are needed to express the love between the members of a family. I invite you to look at my family photos :