Taken a couple of weeks ago, in Irancy, a neighboring village to Vincelottes, where we lived, this picture struck me when I first saw it, even before I thought of picking up my camera...
It's a closed door. It's blue. There is a tree without apparent life, because it's still winter.
Today, it's spring her in France, it has been for three days now, and as the weather warms up and the leaves come out, I get that same melancholic feeling, coming from an unknown place,
and this is the image of it.