her smile

I know I shall miss that smile...

The lone house

Winter day by the sea

Ice. 冰

Walking on the lake of Joux, Switzerland.

Days of snow

The last photos are inspired by a post of Claire's beautiful blog.

Dreams of snow

I grew up in south of France, where summers are hot and winters mild. To the child I was snow was a rare marvel. On a precious day of snow I asked my mum and dad “where is the land of snow?” “Siberia” answered they. Why Siberia amongst the world’s snowy places? … realm of bitter cold and as inaccessible as the Snow Queen’s palace. But since then, I dreamt for many years about Siberia as a bright snow jewel. Years came and went, the image changed, turned into a darker yet mysterious and desirable jewel.  And then I went, and went again. Snow had then little to do with it anymore, though I never considered going there in summertime … I was 19, and thought dreams were to be realized.
I had many dreams of course… become mother of six children, live in a house made of wood and glass … dreams that went with life, echo of  Lilli's words: “sometimes dreams become like old friends, to say goodbye can be hard, but necessary”.

I still marvel at snow…

First photo: Novosibirsk, March 1990

"Je vous écris d’un pays lointain : il se situe entre le Moyen Age et le XXIème siècle, entre la terre et la lune, entre l’humiliation et le bonheur, ensuite c’est tout droit". Chris Marker Lettre de Sibérie, 1958.