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Plévenon est située à quelques kilomètres au Sud du Cap Fréhel, dans les Côtes d'Armor. On y trouve la grande et belle Plage de la Fosse au sable fin et aux eaux translucides.
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Plévenon is located a few kilometers south of Cap Fréhel, in the Côtes d'Armor. There we find the large and beautiful Plage de la Fosse with fine sand and translucent waters.
Musique : Deep Water - Edgar Hopp - Epidemic Sound
#drone#landscape#Bretagne#Côtes D'Armor#France#Sea#Cinematic#DJI#Air 2S#Plage de la Fosse#Fréhel#Plévenon#Aerial view
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fréhel 13/7/1891 - 3/2/1951
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fréhel - sans lendemain
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Cap Fréhel, zenza bronica, 2023 (tempête Ciarán)
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Gustave Loiseau (French, 1865-1935), La Brume au Cap Fréhel [The Mist at Cap Fréhel], 1906. Oil on canvas, 60 x 73.3 cm.
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Un soir sur la Cap...
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Construction works of the Lighthouse of Cap Fréhel, Brittany region of France
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#lighthouse#sepia#photography#vintage#france#frhel#postkaart#cap fréhel#ansichtskarte#ephemera#carte postale#postcard#postal#works#briefkaart#region#photo#brittany#construction#tarjeta#historic#french#postkarte
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Lumière du matin sur la plage de l'Anse du Croc - Février 2024 Fréhel
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#mireillebalin#linenoro#fréhel#jeangabin#lucasgridoux#marceldalio#saturninfabre#gabrielgabrio#fernandcharpin#julienduvivier#pepelemoko#louisamalchance
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collection disques pathé, covers
#disques pathé#michèle arnaud#damia#lucienne delyle#fréhel#lys gauty#yvette giraud#germaine montero#marjane#jean claude pascal#jean sablon#album covers
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fréhel -c'est la valse des costauds
1929
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fréhel 13/7/1891 - 3/2/1951
#Youtube#fréhel#c'est la valse des costauds#chanson#chanson françsise#disques parlophone#chanteuse#actrice
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I loathe painting landscapes and nature. The colors never turn out the way I want, clouds are ever changing, looking completely different the moment I put a brush on my paper. Nature is insidious, deceiving a painter's eye with colors, with feelings.
How can I ever hope to portray the air, tickling from electricity before the storm, as it fills my lungs while the only thing I paint are the contrasting colors of the dark, cloudy sky and the bright canola field? Will I ever be able to show everyone the vastness of the night sky after I came back home, drunk on happiness after a show at a theatre? When the stars seem to glow brighter with every passing thought of the memories I just made? Who would be able to know of the guy who complimented my french, of the book I was reading at that moment, of the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore, when all I paint is the deep green of the trees on the cliff and rays of sunlight gleam through the clouds? No one will ever be able to feel the wind twirling my hair around, when all I can draw are the bright colors of the flowers in front of the emerald green sea but even then, the colors look all wrong, too bright, too vibrant, just too much, to look realistic, even when they match the real ones just right.
How am I meant to show the adrenaline flowing through my body when I explore the forest with its giant boulders, waiting for me to climb them, to see the world around me in the way Nature itself does: ever-lasting in its continuous state of change. How am I meant to capture the vastness of the horizon, where the waves of the sea meet the sky, when all I can draw is confined in one single piece of paper?
It is so difficult to paint nature, to fill the painting with not only a landscape but instead with the feeling of that moment and the memories that lead to it and those it will lead to. It is so difficult finding the right motif, when it is inevitable to reduce the things I see so much, that it is not bursting out of the paper. Because the motif lives off of the things I have to take out. You can feel the missing pieces.
Nature is devasting because we never know what awaits us (it is there; it is waiting for us). Because all we know about it, was knowledge seen though a human's eyes and it will remain that way. How can humanity compare to Nature itself, even think that we know Nature, when we are only a part in it, in no way different than the ants crawling on the ground
#okay I kinda lost the track there#this was sitting in my drafts#I started it a year ago#I was in France at that time#(hence the very specific memory)#and just visited the#cap fréhel#(absolutely stunning)#(as well as)#etretat#(beautiful)#and it was just so incomprehensible in its serenity#and then I started thinking#(which is never a good sign)#and wrote the first paragraphs of this#but yk#life goes on#and moments are fleeting#so I forgot about it and wrote the end after i climed on the shore of sweden#(that was an hour ago btw)#and yeah#I admire landscape painters who are able to show things beyond just the landscape itself#or at least those who dont have to compromise between a well composed painting and reducing nature to make it fit onto the canvas#its a struggle#:)
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Cap Fréhel | Pracht Kust van Bretagne
Woensdag 17 augustus 2011 | Vandaag bezoek ik tijdens onze Bretagne reis Cap Fréhel, een van de mooiste plekken in Bretagne. Na de mystieke start vanochtend onder een zwaar grijs wolkendek, lacht nu een bijna wolkenloze blauwe hemel mij tegemoet. De zon schijnt fel, en de frisse zeebries belooft een perfecte dag voor avontuur en ontdekking. Cap Fréhel: Een Hoogtepunt in Bretagne Cap Fréhel is…
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L'anse du croc - Fréhel au petit matin
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Greetings from Cape Fréhel, Brittany region of France
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#cape fréhel#cape#historic#photo#briefkaart#vintage#region#sepia#brittany#photography#carte postale#postcard#postkarte#france#postal#tarjeta#frhel#ansichtskarte#french#old#ephemera#postkaart#greetings
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