Hiver québécois - Quebec winter
L'hiver québécois, ce grand blanc qui s'étire à perte de vue, tisse son manteau de silence sur nos terres. C'est un temps suspendu, où la neige, comme duvet d'oie, recouvre les toits, les champs, les âmes. Dans cette immensité gelée, le souffle devient vapeur, et les pas sur le tapis immaculé résonnent comme des confidences murmurées à la terre endormie. Les érables, sentinelles figées, veillent sur ce royaume de cristal où le ciel et la terre se confondent dans un ballet de flocons. C'est là, dans le froid mordant, que bat le cœur résilient du Québec, libre et fier sous l'étreinte de l'hiver.
The Quebec winter, this vast expanse of white that stretches as far as the eye can see, weaves its cloak of silence over our lands. It is a suspended time, where the snow, like goose down, covers the roofs, the fields, the souls. In this frozen immensity, breath turns to vapor, and footsteps on the pristine carpet resonate like whispered confidences to the sleeping earth. The maples, frozen sentinels, watch over this kingdom of crystal where the sky and the earth merge in a flurry of flakes. It is here, in the biting cold, that the resilient heart of Quebec beats, free and proud under the embrace of winter.
Martin Gaudreault, artiste-photographe
www.martingaudreault.com
The Quebec winter, this vast expanse of white that stretches as far as the eye can see, weaves its cloak of silence over our lands. It is a suspended time, where the snow, like goose down, covers the roofs, the fields, the souls. In this frozen immensity, breath turns to vapor, and footsteps on the pristine carpet resonate like whispered confidences to the sleeping earth. The maples, frozen sentinels, watch over this kingdom of crystal where the sky and the earth merge in a flurry of flakes. It is here, in the biting cold, that the resilient heart of Quebec beats, free and proud under the embrace of winter.
Martin Gaudreault, artiste-photographe
www.martingaudreault.com