tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364893392011-07-29T06:41:37.161+03:00Appuyer sur le déclencheur quand l'émotion est là... Un paysage, un décor, une ambiance, la photo se doit d'être cela : graver noir sur blanc un instant qui vous transportera loin et si près à la fois. Vous aimez les noirs, les gris, les blancs ? Alors regardez... Et si l'envie vous dit d'un tirage personnalisé, alors contactez-nous...Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.comBlogger291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-50017550446663669752009-12-21T18:39:00.002+02:002009-12-21T18:42:46.742+02:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/Sy-kwOZixPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Uhaabove1mI/s1600-h/irlandeweb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/Sy-kwOZixPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Uhaabove1mI/s320/irlandeweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417730025155904754" border="0" /></a>Il est là... au loin. Ce rocher et ce phare du nom de Fastnet en ont vu et en verront d'autres. Tempêtes se fracassant sur son piton rocheux, marins venant tourner autour... ce bout de cailloux à portée de fusil de Clear Island envoute et passionne. Un zeste de mer dessus et cette image transporte.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-5001755044666366975?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-34028945519364649302009-12-21T18:36:00.002+02:002009-12-21T18:39:06.889+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/Sy-kQGe9X1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/0_rDK6QXjKs/s1600-h/irlande3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/Sy-kQGe9X1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/0_rDK6QXjKs/s320/irlande3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417729473275322194" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">A l'image du noir et blanc, la Guinness fête le monde en bichromie... Blanche est la mousse, noir est la boisson. Belles sont les publicités. Envie de s'y noyer...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-3402894551936464930?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-49109813657751515642009-12-21T18:32:00.002+02:002009-12-21T18:36:54.613+02:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/Sy-jKXYSkVI/AAAAAAAAABs/9AxeBBnXTNo/s1600-h/irlande2web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/Sy-jKXYSkVI/AAAAAAAAABs/9AxeBBnXTNo/s320/irlande2web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417728275219910994" border="0" /></a>... dans l'eau en Irlande. Peu de clochers arborent un poisson en tête de mât ! Je n'en connais qu'un seul, celui de l'église de Port-Tudy à Groix qui porte fièrement un thon... Ici, en Irlande, le poisson est un dieu au même titre que la bière et le whisky. Et que ceux qui n'aiment pas tournent les yeux de ce blog... Et je suis sérieux !<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-4910981365775151564?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-27502555047097710092009-12-21T18:28:00.002+02:002009-12-21T18:32:08.538+02:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/Sy-iN_CvOPI/AAAAAAAAABk/EzZCFgsBCU8/s1600-h/irlande1web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/Sy-iN_CvOPI/AAAAAAAAABk/EzZCFgsBCU8/s320/irlande1web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417727237894912242" border="0" /></a>Température extérieure 16°... Température intérieure 30°... Oui, vous êtes bien dans un pub irlandais, un vrai... Un de ceux de Kinsale dans le Comté de Cork. Un de ceux fréquentés par des marins et des irlandais pur jus qui partagent la Guiness comme la tape dans le dos ou la "dart" dans le milieu de la cible. Il y avait un feu de cheminée ce soir-là et une bande de joyeux vieux qui claquaient du violon, du tambourin et de la voix... Un pub irlandais quoi !<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-2750255504709771009?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-49361316899532850572009-12-21T18:25:00.002+02:002009-12-21T18:27:53.077+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/Sy-hkKsyfmI/AAAAAAAAABc/IcBqIThZqqI/s1600-h/france1web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/Sy-hkKsyfmI/AAAAAAAAABc/IcBqIThZqqI/s320/france1web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417726519469571682" border="0" /></a><br />Bassin des Chalutiers à La Rochelle... Reflet du France 1 aujourd'hui posé là après avoir bravé tempêtes et colères océaniques. Mais il est beau... Que cela reste beau une étrave faite de fer et d'acier !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-4936131689953285057?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-51226927475784321742009-12-21T18:18:00.003+02:002009-12-21T18:25:28.222+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/Sy-gA_P__fI/AAAAAAAAABU/Eq0t1CmrwWE/s1600-h/franceweb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/Sy-gA_P__fI/AAAAAAAAABU/Eq0t1CmrwWE/s320/franceweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417724815588982258" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Qu'il est beau ce France 1... Maintenant stationné à La Rochelle, ce bateau était "en station" au point Roméo soit au point géostationnaire R (ou Roméo, 47°N-17°O), situé à 600 milles à l'ouest de La Rochelle. Il a assuré ses missions météo pendant 27 années jusqu'à l'entrée en service des satellites météorologiques en 1985. Il devait alors opérer de longues stations sur les lieux de formation et de passage des pires dépressions au large de l'océan Atlantique. Fouetté par des vents atteignant parfois 100 noeuds (180km/h), balancé par des creux de 20 mètres, ce navire, quel que soit le temps, a rempli sa mission pendant près de 30 ans... Un Roméo qui n'a pas une ride ! Veinarde Juliette...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-5122692747578432174?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-77404926077639633392009-12-21T17:19:00.003+02:002009-12-21T17:28:12.278+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/Sy-SD1tMfcI/AAAAAAAAABM/H1Sc4h82Arw/s1600-h/F1000043_web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/Sy-SD1tMfcI/AAAAAAAAABM/H1Sc4h82Arw/s320/F1000043_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417709471403900354" border="0" /></a>Ce bain de foule dominical montre bien l'esprit qui habite de l'autre côté de l'Atlantique... Tous ensemble pour un bain populzise au sens noble du terme... On y plongerait non ?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-7740492607763963339?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-66686844387290947362009-12-21T17:14:00.002+02:002009-12-21T17:19:19.971+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/Sy-Q-5NP6zI/AAAAAAAAABE/uERwKlXp9Ds/s1600-h/F1000042_web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/Sy-Q-5NP6zI/AAAAAAAAABE/uERwKlXp9Ds/s320/F1000042_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417708286932675378" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Le melon british posé sur cet antillais anglais... Nous sommes aux Iles Vierges Britanniques. Un air corse que ce banc posé sur la place du village, non ? Que la vie est douce dans cet endroit du monde... J'y retournerai bien d'ailleurs pour la beauté des couleurs, des lumières, des contrastes et des cultures. l'Angleterre sous les tropiques a un côté décalé unique en son genre, même en noir et blanc !<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-6668684438729094736?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-32352024381833974002009-12-21T17:09:00.003+02:002009-12-21T17:14:18.103+02:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/Sy-P04-ymzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-W40yPM6BgI/s1600-h/F1000003_web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/Sy-P04-ymzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-W40yPM6BgI/s320/F1000003_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417707015561714482" border="0" /></a>Dans les îles, ils viennent à vous... Poissons, bananes, langoutes, à vous de choisir... Une certaine idée de la liberté que l'on se doit de partager. Liberté de démarche, de prix, de négociation, de vie... Au diable les étiquettes, vive le palabre. Un retour à la vie simple et authentique que seul le bateau peut apporter !</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-3235202438183397400?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-55376310759658262112008-03-14T13:18:00.003+02:002008-03-14T13:21:51.033+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/R9pfWseUUII/AAAAAAAAAAk/meoYNHpHVdc/s1600-h/BATEAUBAIEBAHIA+copie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/R9pfWseUUII/AAAAAAAAAAk/meoYNHpHVdc/s320/BATEAUBAIEBAHIA+copie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177555565115887746" border="0" /></a>Seule, vraiment seule cette voile au milieu de la baie de Tous les saints à Salvador de Bahia. Le vent ride la mer et l'équipage doit commencer à entendre les bruits "salsaiens" de la ville brésilienne. On arrive...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-5537631075965826211?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-57042589983710819892008-03-14T13:16:00.002+02:002008-03-14T13:18:50.514+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/R9pez8eUUHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/svozOS6kWsc/s1600-h/FALAISESBATEAU2_BONIFACIO+copie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/R9pez8eUUHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/svozOS6kWsc/s320/FALAISESBATEAU2_BONIFACIO+copie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177554968115433586" border="0" /></a><br />Impressionnantes falaises que celles de la belle Bonifacio... Au large, les hauteurs italiennes de la Sardaigne. Mais avant de larguer les amarres, un peu de fromage corse avec de la confiture de figues.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-5704258998371081989?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-79818191957762269922008-03-14T13:14:00.002+02:002008-03-14T13:16:49.069+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/R9peTceUUGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/s7NtPsPoDnU/s1600-h/PECHEURSENMER2_AJACCIO+copie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/R9peTceUUGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/s7NtPsPoDnU/s320/PECHEURSENMER2_AJACCIO+copie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177554409769685090" border="0" /></a>Beau temps, belle mer au large de la Corse ce jour-là... Denti, rascasse, sériole, daurade, à votre bon filet messieurs !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-7981819195776226992?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-36902851441331899622008-03-14T13:08:00.003+02:002008-03-14T13:10:45.563+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/R9pc1ceUUFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YYg2ktUK-dg/s1600-h/LAROCHELLE_PORT_NBBD.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XggnvgZNt1Y/R9pc1ceUUFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YYg2ktUK-dg/s320/LAROCHELLE_PORT_NBBD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177552794861981778" border="0" /></a>Lumière d'hiver sur une ville qui s'enfonce dans le noir... Dernières lueurs du soleil plein ouest, un petit café face aux deux tours pour se réchauffer ?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-3690285144133189962?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-1161785645651877192006-10-25T17:11:00.000+03:002006-10-25T18:12:29.946+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/1600/IMG_7900%20copie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/320/IMG_7900%20copie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Le gros contre le petit... Le gros est immobile, le petit se bat pour avancer. Une image prise à Salvador de Bahia au Brésil. Un duel symbolique de la vie de tous les jours là-bas...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-116178564565187719?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-1161785499086819712006-10-25T17:09:00.000+03:002006-10-25T17:11:39.096+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/1600/IMG_6311%20copie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/320/IMG_6311%20copie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">On dit que les marins ont la face ridée... comme les plis de leurs voiles ?</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-116178549908681971?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-1161784042211205502006-10-25T16:44:00.000+03:002006-10-26T10:21:20.223+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/1600/PONT%20NB%20copie.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/320/PONT%20NB%20copie.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Fer rouillé pour rivets gobeurs de décennies... mais le pont tient bon et bien. Acrobatie des lignes et des croisés, on arrive.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-116178404221120550?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-1161783824960814232006-10-25T16:40:00.000+03:002006-10-25T16:43:44.960+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/1600/MNKO%20NB%20copie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/320/MNKO%20NB%20copie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">La magie des noms qui ne peuvent se traduirent qu'à grand renfort de vodka... Pourquoi savoir d'ailleurs ? Bateau magicien croqueurs de milles.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-116178382496081423?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-1161783600473816812006-10-25T16:34:00.000+03:002006-10-25T16:40:00.473+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/1600/ESTREE%20NB%20copie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/320/ESTREE%20NB%20copie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Pas un rat sur ce quai plongé dans la blancheur... Pour un peu on s'imagine que Jean Gabin n'est pas loin et s'apprête à refroidir Charles Vanel jouant des effets du brouillard. La réalité doit se nourrir d'imaginaire pour être belle...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-116178360047381681?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-1161783232407962802006-10-25T16:30:00.000+03:002006-10-25T18:13:08.416+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/1600/BOUEE%20BALISAGE%20copie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/320/BOUEE%20BALISAGE%20copie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">... sous-marine de La Rochelle. Les grues jouent à cache-cache, les bouées d'entrée de port se font refaire une beauté et le brouillard enveloppe l'ensemble pour rendre fantomatique un lieu habité de vies. Etrange...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-116178323240796280?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-1161782975965470552006-10-25T16:23:00.000+03:002006-10-25T16:29:35.966+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/1600/BOZONA10%20NB%20copie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/320/BOZONA10%20NB%20copie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Appel du large et envie de larguer les amarres... Les ports donnent des envies viscérales de conquêtes et de rivages à découvrir. On embarque ?</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-116178297596547055?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-1161782567336285612006-10-25T16:13:00.000+03:002006-10-25T16:22:47.343+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/1600/SOUCHET2%20NB%20copie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/320/SOUCHET2%20NB%20copie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Grisaille des tons, du ciel, de la coque et des cordages... Une ambiance de port, cela tombe bien !</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-116178256733628561?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-1161781975351485072006-10-25T16:08:00.000+03:002006-10-25T16:12:55.353+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/1600/KIALOANB%20copie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/320/KIALOANB%20copie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kialoa I, II, III ou IV... Ce nom a semé la zizanie sur les mers du monde entier. Des pirates de la voile moderne sur un maxi privé d'eau salé pour le moment. Mélange des lignes, moulin à café sortant du pont... Ce nom interpelle les souvenirs.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-116178197535148507?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-1161781590037845192006-10-25T15:56:00.000+03:002006-10-25T16:06:30.036+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/1600/MariquitaCannesBDNB.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/320/MariquitaCannesBDNB.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mariquita... Ce pourrait être le nom d'un cocktail avec ses lignes fluides et rondes. Une pureté extrême pour un envoutement certain. La tête tourne à ceux qui aiment la belle plaisance et ils s'imaginent alors dans le Solent à l'époque d'un certain Beken of Cowes qui photographiait alors les yachts princiers..</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-116178159003784519?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-1161780920943753032006-10-25T15:47:00.000+03:002006-10-25T15:55:20.950+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/1600/vierges9NB.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/320/vierges9NB.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">... Key West ambiance Ernest Hemingway. On s'attend à voir arriver un Bertram aux lignes arrondies avec un espadon accroché derrière. Un mojito à la bouche, un Cohiba aux lèvres... </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-116178092094375303?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-1161617703335265772006-10-23T18:29:00.000+03:002006-10-23T18:35:44.313+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/1600/stlucie5NB.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/320/stlucie5NB.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Futur pêcheur ? Une ficelle en guise de ligne et la mer pour terrain de jeu : quoi de plus pour faire naître un sourire ?</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-116161770333526577?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-1161617298069094072006-10-23T18:25:00.000+03:002006-10-23T18:28:18.070+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/1600/stlucie2NB.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/320/stlucie2NB.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Il fait chaud, le rhum fait effet, les flamboyants frémissent au dessus des têtes, le sommeil s'abat... Sainte-Lucie se pose mais rêve de quoi ?</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-116161729806909407?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-1161616590125947772006-10-23T18:14:00.000+03:002006-10-23T18:16:30.126+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/1600/PlageNB4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/320/PlageNB4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mélange des lignes horizontales aux verticales, ambiance perdue d'une station balnéaire d'hier... Repères perdus ?</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-116161659012594777?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-1161616449818592612006-10-23T18:10:00.000+03:002006-10-23T18:14:09.820+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/1600/PlageNB5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/320/PlageNB5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">La mer, un banc, le ciel qui se lève à l'Est... Tentation.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-116161644981859261?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36489339.post-1161616106691916782006-10-23T18:03:00.000+03:002006-10-23T18:08:26.693+03:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/1600/merNB11BD%20copie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2178/4078/320/merNB11BD%20copie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Une mer d'encre à La Ciotat ce jour-là... Reflets argentés, écume grinçante, sable blanc travaillé au noir. La mer aux milles formes et reflets.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36489339-116161610669191678?l=pixel-factory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pixel Factoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05398809876646057852noreply@blogger.com0