The Eternal Watcher of Light He began his journey in the 1960s, when film was developed in the darkness of darkrooms and each image held a promise. Since then, decades have flown by, but he has never ceased to gaze upon the world. At 80, he still walks, camera around his neck, like a poet writing with light. Sharing is his lifeblood. His photographs are not possessions, but offerings: fragments of life he places in the hands of those who know how to see. He believes that each photograph is a gateway, a fragile bridge between souls. His companions on this journey are animals, the street, and the landscapes of the world. Animals, because they embody innocence and instinct, beauty without artifice. The street, because it is the stage for anonymous lives, fleeting gestures, faces that tell stories without words. The landscapes, finally, because they are the memory of his 27 years spent traveling the world: Africa with its vibrant colors and profound gazes, the Caribbean bathed in light and rhythm, the Indian Ocean with its endless horizons, and Tahiti, his final stop where sea and sky merge in eternal poetry. He is not only a photographer: he is a witness to time, a guardian of moments, a sculptor of memory. And in every gaze he captures, he reminds us that life is made of simple wonders, that all we need to do is open our eyes to receive them.