The cliffs of the Picardy coast are for me a very good workaround to my Vosges, it is not uncommon to see me there.
In this beautiful July day, after an afternoon of madness with my feathered friends the Northern Fulmar, I went on the rocks that I was lusting for each of my goings on that beach. Indeed, I had a bit of luck: the time of tide coincides with the perfect time for the image I had in mind. My previous outings had been a failure, the sea was still too low and too far from that famous rocks. But not this time.
So it is with the earphones in my ears, my special landscapes playlist on the iPod, I installed the gear and finally realized the photo I dreamed long ago.
When I decided to go back, I had water up to the waist!
However, I would have stayed on that rock all night long...