Many find it fragile and insignificant when they cross through the fields. However, stands as high as wheat, whether alone or accompanied. Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, it smoothes its petals to enter the world. He folds his cape when rain bursts, or floats in the wind, like an elegant dancer. Its redness is its panache as the blood of life. But sometimes pink, occasional white we also encounter. - Light Painting

Pascal Barnier

I'm a photographer and writer professionnal. I am creative and passionate. As the photographie is to "write with the light", i call my work Light Painting, because i paint with the light. Have a nice travel in my world

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