“Time passed in brewing tea, the odd remark, cigarettes, then dawn came up. The widening light caught the plumage of quails and partridges…and quickly I dropped this wonderful moment to the bottom of my memory, like a sheet-anchor that one day I could draw up again. You stretch, pace to and fro feeling weightless, and the word ‘happiness’ seems too thin and limited to describe what has happened. In the end, the bedrock of experience is not made up of the family, or work, of what others say or think of you, but of moments like this when you are exalted by a transcendent power that is more serene than love. Life dispenses them parsimoniously; our feeble hearts could not stand more.”
– Nicolas Bouvier

The stories, the pictures, the travails


In my work as a photographer, I am often privileged by circumstance in all the amazing stories I am told, the scenes I witness and the emotions I am bestowed on.

The woman whose name I will never know (and don’t need to know), the lonely beaches I tread, the sapient trees I rest under, the joyous clouds I follow. I have found a way to converse with them – in words or in silence.

This blog is about these conversations; their stories, my experiences. It is also about the challenges before the shot.

The framing is only the epilogue. In here, are the chapters…

About me

A self-taught photographer, I began photography in 1992 as a photojournalist documenting unique ethnographical stories. Today, without the pressure to produce for a particular type of client, I produce more reflective, contemplative, timeless B&W photography. I like to think that my style blends fine-art with documentary photography.




You may contact me at gillesnicolet21@gmail.com

Please visit my website www.gillesnicolet.com or have a look at my current work on the Swahili Coast  at https://www.lensculture.com/gilles-nicolet-2