Non classé – Fleeting Wor(l)ds

August 1944. Somewhere in Toulouse county. Five women, five resistants, are waiting for Liberation… Who are these women who acted as citizen without having rights? Who carried weapons without being allowed to use them? … More My first official publication

Such an imperfect day

5 February 2020

After a few days of lay over at the Mecham Ranch, hoping to figure out my next itinerary, I leave with some delay, out of my control for once: the car’s battery has frozen because of inactivity and my wheels are too deep in the snow. Calm and smiley, saved by Rick, I leave nonetheless. … More Such an imperfect day

Fall’s Fate

21 December 2019

From Vancouver City, I take the ferry to Vancouver Island – to Cowichan Bay to be precise – where I am expected to make some cider. I awoke my soft steps in Whytecliff Park where magic scenes were looking for movie set and I am now sliding on the grey ocean. Sun is in my back, it … More Fall’s Fate

Crossworlds

17 October 2019

I hit the road from Anchorage to reach the North – or more exactly the Interior – of Alaska. On my hitchhiking way, I gaze at burnt summer trees, at redish fall trees, running frozen in my car window. Forest fires still stand against first rains, it doesn’t smell like smoke but there is a … More Crossworlds

Justine. f.n (1989; from latin “justinus”)

7 July 2019

First Name. From the old name Justina, coming from latin justus ou justinus, meaning “fair” or “reasonable”. In 2019, by an Irish month, I posted my first fleeting thoughts. I took care of my old travels and I chronicled my personal and international journey named CHRYSALIS, as a wish sent to the Universe. I hoped for my inner … More Justine. f.n (1989; from latin “justinus”)