The spiralling time — 2020/10/11

Yesterday, while cleaning the basement, I came across a box containing a few photos, most of them framed, that had been sitting in old apartments for a while. The box had not been opened for twelve years.


I remember — 2017/02/12

This weekend, I went to see my parents. Since I don't have a car, because I don't really like to drive and also "because I'm a guy" to giggle at my sister Dominique who accompanied me, I don't often go to Sainte-Croix, the village of my childhood.


The swell of the past — 2013/01/12

My mother sent me three unexpected photos this week, sent by her brother, Serge. The three photos create a short snapshot of a joyful moment. We see my parents in their forties.