As Time Carries the St. Lawrence

Permanent currents, tidal and river currents. Rip currents. Currents of energy, of light. Currents of hot air, cold air, breeze to hurricane. Fog currents. Sand currents, currents of inhabited rocks, fragrant plant currents. Currents of clouds with multiple whites where birds use all winds, high above. Deep water currents; marine animals slip through them below. Between the two, we live while navigating the currents of our lives. This river gives me the impression of seeing eternity flow, of being able to touch it. Currents of ideas, currents of feelings, currents of thoughts, currents of misfortune, deception, abandonment, betrayal, currents of the heart, currents of friendship, currents of love; always in motion, living to delirium.

Accompanying the currents we encounter: Fucus, toothed, evanescent, spiraled, vesicular knotted ascophyllum, kelp, saccorhiza, agars, alaria, chordas filum or bivalves or gastropods and on them live barnacle arthropods, Cirripeds and crustaceans. crabs, shrimp and gammarids Water fleas and sand fleas, starfish - fish and how many others As many currents as upheavals along this river with its gulf that always imposes and surprises. I see far, I see wide and it helps to see broader, to keep hope in this untouchable horizon where the possible dwells. Is it not the longest estuary inhabited by a thousand wonders, a thousand secrets I will never suspect. Fresh water and salt water merge in an essential encounter. How many stories have slipped into these currents already passed?

Cold currents transform this water into ice currents, whitening the aquatic landscape that then intertwines with the terrestrial landscape. On this great bank of whites, the rocky mountains, the green-black forests and the colored traces of the living stand out along the frozen water. Musical currents cross, move apart, overlap, intertwine, repel or harmonize to our greatest astonishment, our greatest joy, always renewed. The photos taken along the St. Lawrence and its gulf remind me of the currents of this nature that contains everything. We look at nature according to an intimate vision and a direction emerges. Scientific, naturalist, biologist or artistic gaze; necessary gazes in order to arrive at a primordial encounter between Her and us. To know ourselves in order to live with Her as harmoniously as possible. Beauty is part of the necessities of my life. Beauty carries love, compassion and dazzlement. The search for beauty fascinates me, gives me hope, comforts me, stimulates me. You only have to turn your gaze; irises that cut out the landscape, compose its images, find its stories.

("The Songs of the Marsh" was written for the photo "The Bird in the Marsh") The emerging bubbles from the muddy underground burst on contact with floating leaves feathers of vanished birds resonate in the beaks of woodpeckers and nestle along the branches to charge the clouds with marsh vapors. Ears open to full silence sing me these lost secrets these barely whispered airs of life at the end of a stillborn breath Sounds of intoxicating metamorphosed bodies Sounds that also sing me the scents rising from the forests where mammals with caribou-dermic snoring hide half-eye and half, eyelid with the horizon at the center ... The disfigured shipwrecked boats sitting in the sand wait The dancing fins of visitors carry the resonating notes of the submerged past "The never ending collapsing of the low" The sounds of the marshes almost dry up They become moving mist ascending in ethereal currents captured by stray bows between the wings of geese and rays of disheveled moon streaked by confused clouds The harmonics glide on the tightrope surface the canopy rise to the zenith They stratospherize in unison they become an A the A of the marsh