I'm lucky to have the tools and the knowledge needed to use these tools, to turn what is to me the cold, dull, boring reality captured on a memory cards into my own personal vision.
Yes, there is quite a lot of processing in those images, they are indeed photoshopped. I know, more and more "photoshopped" is perceived as a bad word, as cheating. Since I'm definitely cheating with reality, I'm good with that. Call me a cheater. 
But I don't want to deceive you. I'm not that bad of a cheater. 
I only want to share what I see in my mind.
A mix of modern and old tools allow me to do that. I just enjoy shooting my old Minolta 7D despite all its flaws. I just feel connected to that camera. When I'm in the process of taking photos, that matters much more to me than pixel count or super hi dynamic range.
Turning my inner vision into those photos is not very difficult because I have a very clear mental image of the photo I want to share. Everything else is just a technical process. 
Shooting in a way that will make post processing easier is the cornerstone of this process.
My vision comes most of the time in situ. I just let what I see impregnate my mind, I let my brain render its own version of reality, based on what I feel at the moment, my mood, my experiences. It's very rare that I actually go out hunting a picture I have in my mind. It's just not how I work.
Warm moss on old broken trees. Diffuse lighting and misty mood. There is not necessarily any meaning, no explanation, no hidden message.
It is only my golden old forest.

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Night walk
Insomnia, boredom, loaded battery, unusual warm weather and the certainty of being totally alone during a stupid pandemic: that can only end in a night walk shooting stuff.
I love heat. I'm never more happy than when temperature is 100. I love the sun, the sensation of heat on my skin. Maybe I should live permanently in a place like Death Valley. It's pretty boring from a photographer point of view, but at least climate is just right for me.
A lonely walk in a dead town
Confinement or no confinement? A dead city is a dead city. Walking here is like walking in a graveyard, tough without the feeling of being in a sacred place.
One tree Six photos
Simple and straightforward.
Lost in a white old forest
Sometimes, a forest is just a forest. Sometimes, it is much more. Or something completely different. With climate change, snow where I am right now became pretty rare. As soon as I saw the first snowflakes falling from the sky, I got ready for some cold adventure.
Emulating the Tri-X
The T-max 3200 was one of my favorite film, but the TRi-X 400 always was my absolute favorite: I could shoot it from 400 to 3200 (and sometimes more) and always loved the rendering and grain quality.
Into my darkness
From the book "Into my darkness".
A walk among the tombstones in color
An abandonned old cemetery in the moutain. Autumn colors.
An eerie walk, sand in the sky
Sometimes, the winds carry sand from the Sahara far away.
A walk among the tombstones in black and white
An abandonned old cemetery in the moutain. These are the black and white images.
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