In the distance is a small village, on the mountain at the edge of the woods. How old it is I don't know, the inhabitants may not even know. What we do know is that the village passes quietly in time, you go outside the village to the baker butcher and so on because there are none. You live there together in the small community and good chance that in a few weeks when all the tourists are gone the village will still consist of 3 or 4 permanent residents 1 dog and 4 chickens. Then you walk through it in the evening and people peep past the curtain if they notice because often the shutters are closed, fireplace on and they stay inside until the next morning. Or the dog must make itself heard. The silence of the winter months are so common there that you can love it or want to leave for it. but the houses stay on the mountain whether it is green or withered summer brown or winter white, the village does not move with it.
Living in France since a year but I am originally from North Brabant in the Netherlands. From beautiful Etten-Leur. Where, until recently, I took most of my photos for both the pop foundation and local radio and as a hobby. Now that I have picked up the.. Read more…