Life fascinates me. Life in all it’s forms: fauna, flora and even those sluggish beings improperly called inert.

Nature is never inert! I can’t explain why I do need to get into quasi carnal touch with nature. That need has enticed me and lured me to the landscape-gardener profession: certainly my first way to imbibe nature and then to restore it to itself…

One day, a flash-light! I was flipping through a book of the “Wildlife photographer of the year” (BBC) and I suddenly ran and smashed open my money-box to buy my first photography equipment. A leap in the dark, a leap on my own way too. Of course being a self-taught man, I had a lot to learn but I was definitely destined to become a wildlife reporter. Some “developers”, some masters in the art of “saying by photography” moulded my own tastes without restraining or confining it to any schemes of aesthetics or technique. Their names: Jim Brandenburg, Ashes and Snow, Norbert Rosing, Frans Lanting etc.. In fact, they gave a purpose for living, to what I was feeling in nature, so viscerally bound to me and, henceforth, entangled in human destiny.

This adventure of destruction and love, of contempt and trust, is reflected in the midst of my photos and I just hope to share it. This adventure is also universal for it is the one of a man, haunted but impassioned, by and for the surrounding Nature and Life.