Pauillac, Margaux

On a Tuesday morning in April, I leave the island of Patiras to return to Bordeaux. I cross the Médoc while the sun is rising. The light hits the train's window, cutting across the landscape. All I can do is film. So I stick my small camera against the window and I do not look away from what is happening outside. It is one of the most beautiful journeys that I have ever been on ... The sun tears me away from reality. Between shadow and light, the image explodes. It empties and fills itself ...