Lallement

We are on a Sunday morning in February in the heart of the Prés salés between Lège and Arès, in France, trying to translate an idea of ​​an image that I have in mind.
After looking, turning and returning, I find myself not knowing where to start, having finally found a place conducive to my creativity.
A place out of time.
The sky is overcast, the weather is gloomy.
It's a perfect mise en abyme of the feeling that I decided to exploit.
Touching my hypersensitivity, I squeeze the shutter button.

Feet in the water in the heart of the Prés salés