The Brittany coast has the largest concentration of lighthouses in the world, with a record in Finistère: the "Route des Phares" is declined in 20 mythical lighthouses: from Ile Vierge to Ouessant, from Pointe Saint-Mathieu to Rade de Brest.
"Defying the raging oceans, the howling winds, the fury of the breaking waves hitting the stone like cannon shots, these granite giants are the silent and benevolent sentinels of our coasts."
A raging ocean that relentlessly launches its breakers against the cliffs in a crash of foam and froth. The wind howls, the cotton flies, enveloping the shore in a milky, damp veil.
"The anger of the ocean then becomes a grandiose symphony offered by nature for those who know how to listen to it."
Moment, at dawn or dusk, when the sky fills with an exceptional, deep and intense blue.
Time then freezes for a few minutes, silence reigns, blue hues color the sea and the sky and sublimate them.
"Here comes the blue hour, a fleeting moment when shadow and light set the azure ablaze."
Mist and fog that hide the landscape while transforming it.
A ghostly atmosphere where we expect at any moment to see the bow of a boned wreck emerge like ghosts wandering through the twists and turns of time.
When the eye only sees a few meters away, hearing takes over, attentive to the slightest sound that propagates on the surface in white silence. In the distance the sound of an engine and two echoing voices, certainly fishermen, closer to the oars plunging regularly into the water, or perhaps the paddles of a kayak, a seagull cry heard above our heads...
"The mist always ends up returning to nature the landscape it has veiled."
After landing in Reykjavik, the capital of Iceland, I plan to cross the island from the South to the East, then head up North before finishing in the West. A large loop of approximately 4,000 km in 15 days.
I leave the Golden Circle to head towards the East coast, renowned for its fjords. After passing the town of Höfn, I make a stop to photograph the clouds clinging to the mountains. And a second one, a few kilometers further on, to immortalize these Icelandic horses roaming almost entirely free.
My first spot of the morning is Dettifoss, a somewhat isolated waterfall in the desert east of Lake Mývatn within the Jökulsá á Fjöllum canyon. It is renowned for being the most powerful waterfall in Iceland and in Europe. Standing 44 meters high and 100 meters wide, it features a flow rate of about 500 cubic meters per...