“Whims of the Winds” – A Collection of Fine Art Photos in Shades of Blacks and Whites

The Story of the Collection

Sand dunes form fascinating landscapes. Their forms depend entirely on the orientation of the winds; they move accordingly. I was lucky to hear them singing in the great desert of western Egypt, when I was at the top of a dune over 30 meters (90 feet) high. I started running and the sliding of the sand caused very short sound waves that I call “the song of the dunes.”

The sand dunes are also very symbolic. They are formed by the whims of the winds. They are the perfect symbol of human life. We try to leave an indelible trace so that someone can remember us, however, the wind will destroy our lost hopes. It will sweep our tracks and someone else will replace our footprint with his. This is an eternal recommencement. Is it not better to enjoy the moment rather than fight for chimeras? The dunes say that it is.

Walking in sand dunes is to walk in an absolute silence that only our words will disturb.

It is also the desire to let go of our lost hopes and disappointments that we would like to forget forever. The bare beauty of the dunes intoxicates us and gives us the impression that everything can begin anew. The whims of the winds will sweep away our worries.

Contemplating the infinity of sand dunes is also to wonder what path we will take to reach the goal we have set for ourselves. Ultimately, is this important?

Walking for hours and days in sand dunes allows us to face the unknown. All dunes are alike, and life seems to have vanished from such shapes covered with soft sand. Letting the grains flow through our fingers reminds us of how quickly and easily time passes. However, when we watch them for a long time, we realize that life is abundant. It is everywhere. To find it, you must simply take the time to watch. You must know how to observe.

The dunes are only a representation of my life. The whims of the winds will sweep away my hopes and my battles. Others will come to replace me. They will make the same mistakes as us. But finally, the dunes will remain as witnesses of our useless and lost fights. They teach me to enjoy the moment without worrying about tomorrow because all things will come to an end.