Hof, Iceland
Overlooking the Black Desert
looking westward
two distinct suns are jealous of each other in the sky
SunDog
The elder sun is misted in a cold yellow
its heir is greenish-grey
In the north, the Vatnajökull glacier spews its waters in the carbon vastness as far as the ocean.
Multiple shafts of light pierce the clouds.
Mont Ventoux, France
Climbing the Kilimanjaro of Provence, Isabelle and I walked the immaculate rocky terrain. In cowboy boots and sneakers, we wander between the snow patches
drunk on mistral, up to the ridge.
Beyond the Dome of the Storms, we reach the pass.
After climbing this modest 1909 metres, we descend on the partially-icy asphalt.
The setting sun casts on the summit rare silhouettes of pine trees shaped by the wind. The sea of clouds at our feet reminds me of the past experience of the SunDog.
This climb was the beginning of our meeting at the M!lieu, in the village of Sault, between the sky, the stones, and the wind.
These new wanderings with vocalist Isabelle Duthoit, echo previous journeys I have made with Phil Minton, Catherine Jauniaux, Natacha Muslera or Dalila Khatir.