On January 2, 2022, I get up and see the fog outside the window. I decide to take my camera and go for a walk.
I'm used to see this land that we call Camargue burning in the summer sun. But this morning everything was different , a strong fog took place all over the lakes , fields and villages. What if the true beauty of the Camargue is hidden in these few days of winter, when the fog appears in the fields and on the lakes, when the ramparts of Aigues-Mortes appear in front of you out of nowhere, where flamingos look like ghosts on the lake, the bulls show their silhouettes and white horses disappear into the fog, leaving behind only the sound of their footsteps
I'm used to see this land that we call Camargue burning in the summer sun. But this morning everything was different , a strong fog took place all over the lakes , fields and villages. What if the true beauty of the Camargue is hidden in these few days of winter, when the fog appears in the fields and on the lakes, when the ramparts of Aigues-Mortes appear in front of you out of nowhere, where flamingos look like ghosts on the lake, the bulls show their silhouettes and white horses disappear into the fog, leaving behind only the sound of their footsteps
