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Victoria B. Lohay
Before the words
"Before Words"
Everything is already there,
even before anything is said.
The flowers hold the silence,
and time seems to hesitate.
Sometimes, a moment like this is all it takes
for everything to begin.
Photographer: Victoria B. Lohay
Model: Noémie Thomé
Location: Les mésanges bleus
Type of photo: Raw
Camera: Nikon D750
Everything is already there,
even before anything is said.
The flowers hold the silence,
and time seems to hesitate.
Sometimes, a moment like this is all it takes
for everything to begin.
Photographer: Victoria B. Lohay
Model: Noémie Thomé
Location: Les mésanges bleus
Type of photo: Raw
Camera: Nikon D750
The sounds become velvet
Through this photograph, I wanted to convey:
a quiet house;
late afternoon light;
sound-absorbing materials;
understated elegance;
an atmosphere of hushed conversation.
The velvety blur, warm tones, deep reds, and glossy texture all contribute to this muted effect.
Even the empty space on the right acts almost like a visual silence.
My image evokes a human presence just outside the frame. As if someone had just left the room or was about to return with a tray of tea.
a quiet house;
late afternoon light;
sound-absorbing materials;
understated elegance;
an atmosphere of hushed conversation.
The velvety blur, warm tones, deep reds, and glossy texture all contribute to this muted effect.
Even the empty space on the right acts almost like a visual silence.
My image evokes a human presence just outside the frame. As if someone had just left the room or was about to return with a tray of tea.
The blue shelter
While I waited at the Nadi animal shelter in Fiji, the rain was falling heavily. Under a simple blue tarpaulin, the drops lingered before reaching the ground. For a few moments, the rain was no longer a storm, but a delicate choreography of light and song.
Mr. Cat
Sir Cat
Mr. Cat doesn't speak.
And yet, the way he looks at his owner—my eldest son—says it all. The trust, the anticipation, the silent and profound love that only Mr. Cat can offer his owner.
Mr. Cat doesn't speak.
And yet, the way he looks at his owner—my eldest son—says it all. The trust, the anticipation, the silent and profound love that only Mr. Cat can offer his owner.
And yet, the way he looks at his owner—my eldest son—says it all. The trust, the anticipation, the silent and profound love that only Mr. Cat can offer his owner.
Mr. Cat doesn't speak.
And yet, the way he looks at his owner—my eldest son—says it all. The trust, the anticipation, the silent and profound love that only Mr. Cat can offer his owner.
Diamonds.
Diamonds are forever.
My tenderness, my passion, my love
Before I give myself to you
Let these diamonds sparkle.
Just for the moment of being here
Before my flower becomes yours
Before my fragrance perfumes your memory
Let these diamonds sparkle.
Right here, now.
My tenderness, my passion, my love
Before I surrender myself to you, let these diamonds gather and shimmer.
Just this moment… Simply being here.
Before my flower becomes yours, before my fragrance lingers forever in your memory, let these diamonds gather and shimmer.
Right here… Right now.
Before I give myself to you
Let these diamonds sparkle.
Just for the moment of being here
Before my flower becomes yours
Before my fragrance perfumes your memory
Let these diamonds sparkle.
Right here, now.
My tenderness, my passion, my love
Before I surrender myself to you, let these diamonds gather and shimmer.
Just this moment… Simply being here.
Before my flower becomes yours, before my fragrance lingers forever in your memory, let these diamonds gather and shimmer.
Right here… Right now.
A flower feeds my soul
Flowers are essential to my life. They bring joy to my home, a smile to my clients' lips, a sweet and delicate fragrance to the heart of the one who receives them, a kiss to the soul of the one who receives them.
When I took this photo, focused on achieving sharpness in the image of the flower, I didn't notice the subtle light pollen enhancing it, flooding it with light to make it the star of my lens. Magnificent, this flower, barely in bloom, is already fading, illuminated by the sunlight, caressed by dewdrops. This flower exudes serenity, calm, inner peace, life, the passage of time, and doesn't diminish the charm of wrinkles and gray hair. Are humans flowers?
Flowers are essential to my life. They bring joy to my home, a smile to the lips of my customers, a sweet and delicate fragrance to the heart of those who receive them, a kiss to the soul of those who receive them.
When I took this photo, concentrating on sharpening the image of the flower, I didn't realize that the light pollen was sublimating it, flooding it with light to make it the star of the scene in my lens. Magnificent, this flower that has barely bloomed but is already fading, illuminated by the glitter of the sun and caressed by droplets of dew. This flower exudes serenity, calm, inner peace, life, the passing of time, and takes nothing away from the charm of wrinkles and white hair. Could humans be flowers?
When I took this photo, focused on achieving sharpness in the image of the flower, I didn't notice the subtle light pollen enhancing it, flooding it with light to make it the star of my lens. Magnificent, this flower, barely in bloom, is already fading, illuminated by the sunlight, caressed by dewdrops. This flower exudes serenity, calm, inner peace, life, the passage of time, and doesn't diminish the charm of wrinkles and gray hair. Are humans flowers?
Flowers are essential to my life. They bring joy to my home, a smile to the lips of my customers, a sweet and delicate fragrance to the heart of those who receive them, a kiss to the soul of those who receive them.
When I took this photo, concentrating on sharpening the image of the flower, I didn't realize that the light pollen was sublimating it, flooding it with light to make it the star of the scene in my lens. Magnificent, this flower that has barely bloomed but is already fading, illuminated by the glitter of the sun and caressed by droplets of dew. This flower exudes serenity, calm, inner peace, life, the passing of time, and takes nothing away from the charm of wrinkles and white hair. Could humans be flowers?
Naughtiness
Devour me. I can feel your gaze resting on my curves and the promise they hold.
Devour me. My flesh is meltingly tender and delicious. My skin is soft and smooth.
Caress me, slowly, first with your eyes, then with your fingertips. Slowly, gently, with care and modesty.
Devour me.
Devour me. I can feel your gaze resting on my curves and the promise they hold.
Devour me. My flesh is meltingly tender and full of flavor. My skin is soft and smooth.
Caress me, slowly, first with your eyes, then with your fingertips. Slowly, gently, with care and modesty.
Devour me.
Devour me. My flesh is meltingly tender and delicious. My skin is soft and smooth.
Caress me, slowly, first with your eyes, then with your fingertips. Slowly, gently, with care and modesty.
Devour me.
Devour me. I can feel your gaze resting on my curves and the promise they hold.
Devour me. My flesh is meltingly tender and full of flavor. My skin is soft and smooth.
Caress me, slowly, first with your eyes, then with your fingertips. Slowly, gently, with care and modesty.
Devour me.
The most beautiful crossings are never made alone.
The most beautiful crossings are never made alone.
The most beautiful crossings are never made alone.
The river, calm or raging, hides many dangers.
Smooth, rounded stones, slippery mud.
And yet, together, side by side, we move forward.
My strength becomes yours, and your trust becomes mine.
Neither obstacles nor risks will overcome us.
You and I, side by side, for each other… we cross.
The Most Beautiful Crossings Are Never Made Alone
The river, calm or raging, hides many dangers.
Smooth, rounded stones. Slippery mud.
And yet, together, side by side, we move forward.
My strength becomes yours, and your trust becomes mine.
Neither obstacles nor risks will overcome us.
You and I, side by side, for each other… We cross.
The river, calm or raging, hides many dangers.
Smooth, rounded stones, slippery mud.
And yet, together, side by side, we move forward.
My strength becomes yours, and your trust becomes mine.
Neither obstacles nor risks will overcome us.
You and I, side by side, for each other… we cross.
The Most Beautiful Crossings Are Never Made Alone
The river, calm or raging, hides many dangers.
Smooth, rounded stones. Slippery mud.
And yet, together, side by side, we move forward.
My strength becomes yours, and your trust becomes mine.
Neither obstacles nor risks will overcome us.
You and I, side by side, for each other… We cross.
A nut between heaven and earth.
Every evening, I strolled along the beaches of Wailoaloa in Fiji. It was June 2022. Usually, June is beautiful, clear, and bright. But for the first time this year, and as far back as Fijians can remember, there were a few nights of severe thunderstorms and torrential rain. The sky rumbled, darkened, and cast a dark veil over the island of Viti Levu. "Climate change," my friend Ana told me. As she spoke of climate change and its tragedies, a wave washed a nut up at my feet. It was like a sign from life, telling me that even amidst these challenging climate changes, life prevails, casting the kernels, the seeds of a better future, onto the shore. The nut was orange. Orange is a derivative of red, the color of love and life. While the sky loomed threateningly, the landscape darkened. The ocean, the water that gives life, placed this beautiful coconut at my feet so that the tree within could blossom. This photograph perfectly captures the light I strive to convey in my paintings, my writing, and the few photographs I also take. This image is full of hope, love for humanity, and luminosity.
Every evening, I walked along the beaches of Wailoaloa in Fiji. It was June 2022. June is usually a beautiful, clear, bright month. For the first time this year, and for as long as Fijians can remember, there were a few nights of heavy thunderstorms and intense rain. The sky rumbled and darkened, casting a shadow over the island of Viti Levu. "Climate change," my friend Ana told me. While my friend was telling me about climate change and its tragedies, a wave threw a coconut at my feet. It was like a sign from life telling me that even in these difficult climatic changes, life takes over again, throwing the seeds of a better future onto the coasts. The nut is orange. Orange is derived from red, the color of love and life. The sky is threatening, the landscape dark. The ocean, the source of life, has laid this beautiful coconut at my feet so that it can let the tree blossom inside. This photograph resembles the light that I try to bring to my paintings, my writings and the few photos that I also take. This photo is full of hope, love for humanity and luminosity.
Every evening, I walked along the beaches of Wailoaloa in Fiji. It was June 2022. June is usually a beautiful, clear, bright month. For the first time this year, and for as long as Fijians can remember, there were a few nights of heavy thunderstorms and intense rain. The sky rumbled and darkened, casting a shadow over the island of Viti Levu. "Climate change," my friend Ana told me. While my friend was telling me about climate change and its tragedies, a wave threw a coconut at my feet. It was like a sign from life telling me that even in these difficult climatic changes, life takes over again, throwing the seeds of a better future onto the coasts. The nut is orange. Orange is derived from red, the color of love and life. The sky is threatening, the landscape dark. The ocean, the source of life, has laid this beautiful coconut at my feet so that it can let the tree blossom inside. This photograph resembles the light that I try to bring to my paintings, my writings and the few photos that I also take. This photo is full of hope, love for humanity and luminosity.
Peekaboo, I see you!
Hey, I see you!
Photo of a baby shark taken during my trip to Fiji. It's hiding as best it can while watching me. It was a beautiful encounter, conducted with the utmost respect.
Kiss me
Give me a kiss
Before you pluck my flower,
Look at me, tenderly.
Caress my skin.
Do not hurt me, I am fragile.
Kiss me slowly,
Your lips upon mine delicate,
Without haste.
Kiss me even if your lips hesitate.
Let my shivers, carried as by a breeze,
Invade your being with a sweet, irrepressible flow.
Kiss me.
I hold my breath
Before passion sweeps us away
And before, under the warmth of your kisses, I blossom.
Before you pluck my flower,
Look at me, tenderly.
Caress my skin.
Do not hurt me, I am fragile.
Kiss me slowly,
Your lips upon mine delicate,
Without haste.
Kiss me—even if your lips hesitate. May my shivers, carried as if by a breeze,
Flood your very being with a gentle, irresistible surge.
Kiss me.
I hold my breath
Before passion sweeps us away
And, in the warmth of your kisses, I blossom.
Look at me, tenderly.
Caress my skin.
Do not hurt me, I am fragile.
Kiss me slowly,
Your lips upon mine delicate,
Without haste.
Kiss me even if your lips hesitate.
Let my shivers, carried as by a breeze,
Invade your being with a sweet, irrepressible flow.
Kiss me.
I hold my breath
Before passion sweeps us away
And before, under the warmth of your kisses, I blossom.
Before you pluck my flower,
Look at me, tenderly.
Caress my skin.
Do not hurt me, I am fragile.
Kiss me slowly,
Your lips upon mine delicate,
Without haste.
Kiss me—even if your lips hesitate. May my shivers, carried as if by a breeze,
Flood your very being with a gentle, irresistible surge.
Kiss me.
I hold my breath
Before passion sweeps us away
And, in the warmth of your kisses, I blossom.
Patience
A beautiful, gentle, and flavorful image to bring you serenity and patience.
One must be patient before the fruit is ripe, ready to be picked and savored. Just as in life, one often has to wait until a project or a relationship is mature, ready to be fully enjoyed.
One must be patient before the fruit is ripe, ready to be picked and savored. Just as in life, one often has to wait until a project or a relationship is mature, ready to be fully enjoyed.
Deep Blue
I stood there, facing that image. I remained motionless before the beauty of the blue emanating from nature, sublimated by the extraordinary light of the moment. The image's message became clear to me. The endless horizon of the sea embraces the sky with both strength and gentleness; passion follows patience. One must go to the very edge of this profoundly blue ocean to touch the sky, to caress it, and to experience the softness of the clouds, the purity of the heavens. I felt the culmination as a reward in life for patient and constant work. My feet left the earth of this island, green with hope, and I was plunged into this surreal sea, this tranquil eternity when it is like oil, and superhuman in the challenge met: to touch the sky, to navigate around the boats like obstacles, and finally to merge into the pure sheets of the bed of stars, celestial bodies, and gods. Life is a succession of challenges, the important thing is to take up pure challenges, benevolent for your neighbors and the Earth, to hold on to them, to pursue them with sometimes patience and sometimes vigor and success will inevitably be there in a much more beautiful way than expected.
There I was, standing in front of that image. I stood motionless in front of the beauty of the blue emanating from this natural environment and sublimated by the extraordinary light of the moment. The message of the image became clear to me. The endless horizon of the sea embraces the sky with strength and gentleness, passion comes after patience. You have to go all the way to the end of this deep blue ocean to touch the sky, to caress it, to enjoy the softness of the clouds and the purity of the sky. It felt like a reward in the life of patient, constant work. My feet left the earth of this island, so green with hope, and here I was, plunged into this sea of surreality, this quiet eternity when it is of oil and superhuman by the challenge taken up to touch the sky, to go around the boats like obstacles and finally to melt into the pure sheets of the bed of the stars, the stars and the gods.
Life is a succession of challenges, but the important thing is to take up pure challenges that are benevolent towards your fellow human beings and the Earth, to hold on to them, to pursue them with both patience and vigor, and success will inevitably come in a much more beautiful way than you had hoped.
There I was, standing in front of that image. I stood motionless in front of the beauty of the blue emanating from this natural environment and sublimated by the extraordinary light of the moment. The message of the image became clear to me. The endless horizon of the sea embraces the sky with strength and gentleness, passion comes after patience. You have to go all the way to the end of this deep blue ocean to touch the sky, to caress it, to enjoy the softness of the clouds and the purity of the sky. It felt like a reward in the life of patient, constant work. My feet left the earth of this island, so green with hope, and here I was, plunged into this sea of surreality, this quiet eternity when it is of oil and superhuman by the challenge taken up to touch the sky, to go around the boats like obstacles and finally to melt into the pure sheets of the bed of the stars, the stars and the gods.
Life is a succession of challenges, but the important thing is to take up pure challenges that are benevolent towards your fellow human beings and the Earth, to hold on to them, to pursue them with both patience and vigor, and success will inevitably come in a much more beautiful way than you had hoped.
The barefoot fisherwoman
With her feet in the water, caressed by the waves, her left hand on her hip for balance, her long, thick hair flowing in the ocean breeze, this woman fishes to feed her loved ones. The fishing line emerges from her hair, darting down towards a crustacean ready to succumb to temptation. She has never heard of trap fishing, nor of any technique other than hook and line fishing. There she is… feet planted firmly on the seabed, motionless, patiently waiting for her catch to be successful.
This photograph pays tribute to these little-known women who are nonetheless vital to the economic development of their communities. Their fishing practices respect the ocean. This work is typically done by women between the ages of 45 and 60. They take risks because the ocean is not without its dangers.
Her feet in the water, caressed by the waves, her left hand on her hip to keep her balance, her hair generously thick and long, given over to the ocean breeze, this woman is fishing to feed the people she loves.
You can see the fishing line emerging from her hair and descending towards a crustacean ready to bite at the temptation. She has never heard of creel fishing, or any technique other than hook and line. There she is....with her feet planted in the seabed, motionless, waiting patiently for her catch to be a success.
This photo is a tribute to these little-known women, who are nevertheless important contributors to the economic development of their communities.
economic development of their community. Their fishing is respectful of the ocean. The work is done by women aged between 45 and 60. They take risks, because the ocean is not without its dangers.
This photograph pays tribute to these little-known women who are nonetheless vital to the economic development of their communities. Their fishing practices respect the ocean. This work is typically done by women between the ages of 45 and 60. They take risks because the ocean is not without its dangers.
Her feet in the water, caressed by the waves, her left hand on her hip to keep her balance, her hair generously thick and long, given over to the ocean breeze, this woman is fishing to feed the people she loves.
You can see the fishing line emerging from her hair and descending towards a crustacean ready to bite at the temptation. She has never heard of creel fishing, or any technique other than hook and line. There she is....with her feet planted in the seabed, motionless, waiting patiently for her catch to be a success.
This photo is a tribute to these little-known women, who are nevertheless important contributors to the economic development of their communities.
economic development of their community. Their fishing is respectful of the ocean. The work is done by women aged between 45 and 60. They take risks, because the ocean is not without its dangers.
Ceiling of a Milanese gallery
This ceiling light in a Milanese gallery is absolutely magnificent. Its center is carved like a delicate flower, surrounded by sturdy panes of glass.
All finesse, all delicacy—that's Milan.
All finesse, all delicacy—that's Milan.
Milanese Palace
A palace shared by several species of insects, small feathered and furry creatures, officially invited to participate in lavish ceremonies where songs and buffets delight the guests. The decor is discreet, as security dictates. The palace is built using noble, environmentally friendly materials. The view over the gardens is breathtaking. A vegetable garden tended by specialized workers offers the very best in taste, aroma, and color. From the palace's balconies, one can enjoy the cool air and the spectacle of the Royal Opera's "Dragonflies and Butterflies" ballets on the ponds and their waterfalls. Clearly, the hosts are benevolent and in tune with the times!
A palace shared by several species of insects, small feathered and furry creatures, officially invited to take part in sumptuous ceremonies where singing and buffets delight the guests. The decor is discreet, as security dictates. The palace is built using noble, environmentally friendly materials. The view over the gardens is breathtaking. A vegetable garden tended by specialized workers offers the very best in taste, fragrance and color. From the balconies of the palace, you can enjoy the freshness and the spectacle of the ballets of the royal opera ‘dragonflies and butterflies’ on the lakes and their waterfalls.
It's clear that our hosts are friendly and up to date!
A palace shared by several species of insects, small feathered and furry creatures, officially invited to take part in sumptuous ceremonies where singing and buffets delight the guests. The decor is discreet, as security dictates. The palace is built using noble, environmentally friendly materials. The view over the gardens is breathtaking. A vegetable garden tended by specialized workers offers the very best in taste, fragrance and color. From the balconies of the palace, you can enjoy the freshness and the spectacle of the ballets of the royal opera ‘dragonflies and butterflies’ on the lakes and their waterfalls.
It's clear that our hosts are friendly and up to date!
Game Over
Always ready to soar into the sky, jump, fly, and bounce at the player's whim, the short lives of these three companions are filled with adventures, setbacks, and victories. Sometimes in their pockets, sometimes scattered across the court, in their hands, they accept all the sacrifices demanded of them to hit the racket again and again, with a cry of pain, and, for the final ball, undoubtedly a cry of joy. Three tireless workers toiling away until burnout. The game is over; here they are, laid on the table for a well-deserved rest. They await the decision regarding their fate. The luckiest will be offered as toys to a cat or a dog. The most worn out by hard labor live their final moments.
Life's challenges can wear us down, and one day, rest is imposed upon us despite our will. Our final period of life sometimes depends on elements beyond our control. We all inexorably await our turn toward the end.
Always ready to soar into the sky, jumping, flying, bouncing at the player's whim, the short lives of these three companions are full of adventures, failures and victories. Sometimes in their pockets, sometimes strewn about the court, in their hands, they accept all the sacrifices imposed on them to hit the racket again and again, with a cry of suffering, and, for the final ball, no doubt a cry of joy. Three workers tirelessly at work until they burn out. The game is over, and they are laid out on the table for a well-deserved rest. They await the decision as to their fate. The luckiest will be offered as a game to a cat or a dog. Those most worn down by hard work are living out their final moments.
Life's challenges can wear us down, and one day, despite our will, we are forced to rest. Our last period of life sometimes depends on factors beyond our control. We all inexorably await our turn towards the end.
Life's challenges can wear us down, and one day, rest is imposed upon us despite our will. Our final period of life sometimes depends on elements beyond our control. We all inexorably await our turn toward the end.
Always ready to soar into the sky, jumping, flying, bouncing at the player's whim, the short lives of these three companions are full of adventures, failures and victories. Sometimes in their pockets, sometimes strewn about the court, in their hands, they accept all the sacrifices imposed on them to hit the racket again and again, with a cry of suffering, and, for the final ball, no doubt a cry of joy. Three workers tirelessly at work until they burn out. The game is over, and they are laid out on the table for a well-deserved rest. They await the decision as to their fate. The luckiest will be offered as a game to a cat or a dog. Those most worn down by hard work are living out their final moments.
Life's challenges can wear us down, and one day, despite our will, we are forced to rest. Our last period of life sometimes depends on factors beyond our control. We all inexorably await our turn towards the end.
Lezep.
Our dog was experiencing his first winter and the snow was a wonderful playground.
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