Note of the author
After an ambulation in images along the Aquitanian coast - except season which was the subject of a book and several exposures, I decided to renew my step with the Charente-native littoral. Vast maritime region that of the department of the Charente-Maritime which attracts the contemplative tourists and also poets.
I discovered a littoral very different from that of South-west, more inhabited, more marine and more coloured. Even the sky, always very present in the atmosphere of the seaside, does not resemble no one other. Sometimes dull, sometimes tormented, never insipid, it gives the impression to control the walker. The Atlantic facade of the Charente-Maritime gives to the man of image to see much. Rich person of its four islands, its sail needles which attract so much the photographers and who evoke footbridges between the ground and the ocean, the Charente-native coast conceals an environment which is clean for him.
With a less rainy climate - seldom misty - that of the coasts of Gascogne, a luminosity which inspired by many artists, of the colors of the traditional huts of the oyster culturists or those of constructions on the islands, the inhabitants of the Charente-native littoral live for water and by water. It is what I tried to show in these images. Not by adopting the documentary mode but by supporting that of the landscape. I preferred to tell and immortaliser the environment and the decoration, indissociable of this territory. This work does not have anything exhaustive as for the choice sites photographed but the maritime frontage of the department represented most largely possible.
The chance wanted that half of the catches of sights were carried out a few days preceding the Xynthia storm and other half two months later.
But this terrible natural disaster is not the topic of this series (which will become perhaps a book if an editor is interested). Indeed this photographic approach wants just to testify to the beauty and the poetry which the Charente-native littoral releases when its tourists are absent.
Jean Hincker