A Vincent Mounier Photography Blog

Daily Snapshot - Shoreline, Up Close
It is tempting to stare at the horizon and pretend to be Captain Jack Sparrow, but since said horizon simply represents a limit beyond which we do not normally see, l never forget to glance at my feet, and peer through the opposite border of the macro world. So much to discover if one looks closely. Bubbles of all kinds particularly impress me. Here, the foam left inside a clam shell by a gentle wave. Sea foam Or this surprise when, having shot shells up close after th...
Daily Snapshot - Prospect Park Sunset
January 3, 2025
Strolling through Prospect Park almost daily with a curious mind and hungry eyes, we get to witness its ever-changing moods. There will be many such snapshots here, from sunsets to snow and every fog patch in between. This one from last night is taken in a very cinematic format Hasselblad refers to as XPan, from the film days of a camera that could shoot in 24x65mm format instead of the conventional 24x36mm. The sun sets on Brooklyn
Peace
December 25, 2024
Peace on the Blue Marble and goodwill to all creatures inhabiting it, including, but not limited to, us monkeys. Nkwe Pirelli celebrated by chasing ribbons through a forest of wrapping paper   There is no doubt about who owns the scene   It's already a blur
Daily Snapshots
December 22, 2024
As though providing a timely public announcement, the winter solstice just coated our city with a first sprinkle of snow, like a pâtissier sparingly dusting a cake in icing sugar—too much and it will be obvious, too little and they won’t buy it. I, too, am announcing a new format for this blog. Shorter, frequent photos essays called Daily Snapshots. Sure, I still love deeper storytelling and that will continue, time allowing and as stories come and go. But I shoot al...
If It’s Tuesday, It Must Be Prospect Park
September 24, 2024
Stopping momentarily to rest and feed on their southbound journey, hummingbirds pay us a yearly visit in later summer and early fall. The return journey in spring somehow is more discreet. They might go as far as the Gulf of Mexico, which they will cross without food in what I can only compare to humankind going to the moon, their tiny heart beating twelve hundred times a minute. They are adorable, barely bigger than a cicada, and impressively difficult to photograph...
Retour aux Sources - Part 6, Antibes
Our house, at the summit of our street, our house... - Antibes, present day About Antibes, there is so much to conjure I hardly know where to start. My first memories in life solid enough to be grounded in a location are set there. Our parents rented a small two-bedroom apartment in the outskirts, tucked on the side of a modern-looking villa which housed a total of three families at the top of a short and steep cul-de-sac called Allée des rosiers. We had a garden running ...