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Coriolistic Anachronisms,
a Vincent Mounier Photography Blog

The lesser of two weevils
February 25, 2005
)arrow For two mornings in a row now, dolphins have accompanied the boat on our way to the dive site, playfully surfing the waves. And already I can hear a legion of readers immediately exclaiming "Why is this fool leaving such an amazing place?"Well, for one thing, my world is limited to a 2 by 11 miles playground. If I need to escape, I have a choice of 22 square miles. The dolphins are free, I'm not. Period.For another, they had no butter at the store the other...
A little memory game
February 24, 2005
)arrow I love quoting song lyrics. In fact I'm getting so good at it that I'm going to challenge the (very limited) world of Portal visitors: I hereby challenge you to give me a first name (in English of course, for example Mike or Michael, but not Michel) and I will come up with a song's title or lyrics that contain that name! Warning: I've never lost at this game! You may post the first name of your choice as a comment to this blog entry. Make it difficult, it's not fun f...
Godspeed
February 24, 2005
A couple of weeks ago, Flyingfish wished me Godspeed! with my coming journey. It stayed with me. I love the expression. It smells of travels and adventure. As says Jack Sparrow, pardon me, CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow in the last scene, Now, give me that horizon. So I'm seriously considering renaming the blog Godspeed. But since this can't always be about me, myself and I, I'll ask for opinions on the matter. Anybody out there? ... But why is the rum gone?...
The Shadow of the Going
February 24, 2005
It was the 3rd of September, 1994. I was standing on a dock in Guam. In the darkness of a cool dawn, a suitcase at my feet, I was watching the largest sailing vessel in the world, which I had called home for a year, depart slowly for Saipan. Without me. A piece of my heart was sailing away, too, and I was so worried that I might have made the wrong decision. Leaving is easy. Leaving for the right reasons seems a little harder. And now, over ten years later, I'm leaving aga...
Farewell to the Rock - Part 2
I get up early on my day off and jump in the shower. My air conditioner was broken and I've sweated all night under the miserable whisper of a ceiling fan. But the shower faucet coughs, spits out a few droplets, burps some air and then goes dead. The water has run out. Again. Yes, we technically have a reverse osmosis unit to turn seawater into very good quality fresh water. But it's been broken for months. We also have six cisterns collecting rainwater. But the gutters...
Of daylight and shadows
February 19, 2005
)arrow Sometimes I feel like Gollum, forever fleeing the burning brightness of the Sun. We endlessly seek its heat only to find our skin aging, our eyes blinded and shadows flattened.There's no worse light for photography then a bright noon sunlight. Over it I'll always choose a late afternoon's warm nuances and lazy shadows.I wish there was a way to record a moonlight's rendition of the world. When all the cats are grey, when men are equal, when corruption sleeps and music...
The Sex Lives of Cannibals
February 17, 2005
I was recently reading a book when suddenly, hidden in the middle of a chapter, I recognized... Myself. This would be me, I realized, if I remained in Kiribati any longer, a dissolute man untethered from his own land, a foreigner who has adapted to the queer realities of island life, but a foreigner always, disconnected from the world beyond the reef, and possibly from his own mind. That's a quote from "The Sex Lives of Cannibals" by J. Marteen Troost, an excellent story ab...
Farewell to the Rock - Part 1
It looks as if the prison gates will open up for me at the end of March or the beginning of April. I have done my time, and so the time has come to move on once more, aiming for mountains and a change of scenery... I long for fresh high altitude air, for the sound of cowbells, for a smoking cup of coffee on a chilly morning. I miss looking up to find my horizon instead of aiming low. I can't wait to be driving (with both my feet!) along a sinuous narrow road. I deeply, alm...
Wind of change
February 11, 2005
I've felt it before. It comes out of nowhere and wants to take you back there. At times it makes you sweat, but then it chills you to the bones. No way to sail along with it for it is unpredictable and gusty. But it carries many new scents and the perfume of unknown lands fills the air, speaking of faraway places and undiscovered treasures. It makes your feet itch and your eyes sweep the horizon. It's then a matter of timing, I guess. The one gust will come that has the...
The darkest hour
February 8, 2005
It comes just before dawn, so long after the light once disappeared it seems as if darkness will never end. The air is cold and brisk and hard. My eyes are unseeing and I walk like a blind man, arms extended, probing the night. Tiny obstacles make me stumble and often manage to throw me to the ground. I fumble and hesitate. Sleep is elusive and agitated. Dreams get populated with monsters and my heart weakens. Where do I seek the light? What if sunrise never came? ...