A path never really stops. It goes on and on. One day, one night, follow one another and flee, new each time, as always. Through arrivals, departures, remains a dream of travel, endless contemplation. Both are attached to memory as to envy, imagination or nostalgia. Like ghosts of chimeras appear the too real sirens of life. Between land and sea, a destination is taking shape here as elsewhere. In a sky always in motion, the stops and the returns pass, pass, and forget each other. Places, moments, one and the other, like love transcends, the details already reveal the abstraction of their landscapes. Wanting to go beyond the bubble of a still-too-significant amount, the sea evokes as much as it snatches, absorbs and offers at the same time. Such a path continues at the option of these crossings.