tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847028097794073422009-06-16T15:18:26.376+02:00photosnoiretblancEspace dédié à la photograhie en noir et blanc, au laboratoire photo noir et blanc et à la vente d'images en noir et blanc.jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.comBlogger153125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-9488343309627055662009-06-11T10:24:00.007+02:002009-06-16T15:18:26.384+02:00Stages photo en Ardennes<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/SjC_26RLiMI/AAAAAAAAAk4/u06QN-ZuXso/s1600-h/1-3+A4def+copie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345983707763935426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/SjC_26RLiMI/AAAAAAAAAk4/u06QN-ZuXso/s400/1-3+A4def+copie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>A partir de juin, j'organise des stages de photographie en Ardennes, dans la vallée de la Semois.Plusieurs thématiques possibles en fonction de la saison.</p><p>La durée est variable, 1 jour, 1 week-end, 1 semaine en fonction du souhait des groupes (min 4 pers ) </p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Possibilité d'hébergement dans un endroit magique assuré par mon épouse et moi.</span></em></p><p>Les prix sont très abordables!</p><p>Alors venez prendre "UN GRAND BOL D'AIR".</p><p>Découvrez une nature généreuse, ses lumières, ses brumes. </p><p>Profitez de mon expérience, ma connaissance du terrain.</p><p>Venez goûter la quiétude la forêt, simplement, naturellement.</p><p>Beaucoup de photos présentes ici y ont été réalisées (menu: Paysages-Semois).</p><p>A noter que ces stages sont ouverts à tous supports: noir/blanc, couleur, numérique</p><p><span style="color:#ffff00;">Contactez Jean-Marie: 02/649.16.36 - 0479/97.19.89 - info@achromatic.be</span></p><br /><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-948834330962705566?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-43469026970718671062009-04-29T15:05:00.004+02:002009-04-29T15:12:47.966+02:00Vestiges<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/SfhQ5Vyi37I/AAAAAAAAAko/QZAlQg2y2Uo/s1600-h/Montage+tracteur.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/SfhQ5Vyi37I/AAAAAAAAAko/QZAlQg2y2Uo/s400/Montage+tracteur.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330099105024892850" /></a>Bien camouflés dans ces hautes herbes, les deux vieux tracteurs coulaient des des jours tranquilles au bords de l'eau. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-4346902697071867106?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-77570630386992487902009-04-29T15:01:00.003+02:002009-04-29T15:03:55.097+02:00Petit cheval<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/SfhQAHEV0fI/AAAAAAAAAkg/hZsbttWZ_ck/s1600-h/animalier+02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/SfhQAHEV0fI/AAAAAAAAAkg/hZsbttWZ_ck/s400/animalier+02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330098121820459506" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-7757063038699248790?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-45728829851771578062009-04-29T14:57:00.008+02:002009-04-29T15:00:33.328+02:00L'autre<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/SfhO1rwagjI/AAAAAAAAAkY/L3XgkUzl7fo/s1600-h/animalier+04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/SfhO1rwagjI/AAAAAAAAAkY/L3XgkUzl7fo/s400/animalier+04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330096843178803762" /></a>Si ce n'est toi, ça doit être ton frère. Mais oui t'as l'air malin!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-4572882985177157806?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-3217160486305710932009-04-29T14:53:00.004+02:002009-04-29T14:55:50.077+02:00Le Chameau<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/SfhOBnMYFnI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/PcGkJThSqPQ/s1600-h/animalier+03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/SfhOBnMYFnI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/PcGkJThSqPQ/s400/animalier+03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330095948600710770" /></a>Il avait le mauvais oeil.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-321716048630571093?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-20736552829249908742009-04-29T14:50:00.002+02:002009-04-29T14:53:08.485+02:00Les Trois Oies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/SfhNLxaD2iI/AAAAAAAAAkI/sz1BInHTJio/s1600-h/loire+2008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/SfhNLxaD2iI/AAAAAAAAAkI/sz1BInHTJio/s400/loire+2008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330095023629523490" /></a>Décidément, quand ce n'est pas les chiens, ....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-2073655282924990874?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-40108182106227189192009-04-29T14:43:00.003+02:002009-04-29T14:48:14.341+02:00Sacré Cabot<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/SfhMIIpXmdI/AAAAAAAAAkA/oXJJazf4p60/s1600-h/animalier+05.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/SfhMIIpXmdI/AAAAAAAAAkA/oXJJazf4p60/s400/animalier+05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330093861636643282" /></a>Paisible, il montait la garde enchaîné à son tonneau.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-4010818210622718919?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-51430100483007908832009-04-29T14:39:00.003+02:002009-04-29T14:49:25.751+02:00Satané Cabot 01<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/SfhKuf2pDTI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ThkQ9X3Hp0o/s1600-h/animalier+01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/SfhKuf2pDTI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ThkQ9X3Hp0o/s400/animalier+01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330092321678101810" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">La Bête! Ouf, il est attaché!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-5143010048300790883?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-54271022815337634082009-04-29T14:32:00.003+02:002009-04-29T14:49:50.678+02:00Satané Cabot 02<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/SfhJIqTjWnI/AAAAAAAAAjw/wr3-J0RxZBg/s1600-h/animalier+7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/SfhJIqTjWnI/AAAAAAAAAjw/wr3-J0RxZBg/s400/animalier+7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330090572137060978" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Il pleuvait. Un peu trempé, je marchais vers ma voiture; ce satané cabot avait décidé de régler la circulation. Trop de passage à son goût; c'était bien ma chance.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-5427102281533763408?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-36264026567116222172009-04-29T14:24:00.003+02:002009-04-29T14:32:10.780+02:00les cygnes de la Semois<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/SfhHdj3DXWI/AAAAAAAAAjo/oOGjlBQ5XE0/s1600-h/animalier+8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/SfhHdj3DXWI/AAAAAAAAAjo/oOGjlBQ5XE0/s400/animalier+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330088732160908642" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-3626402656711622217?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-66436234575646648662009-04-01T10:53:00.003+02:002009-04-01T11:05:56.556+02:00Stage photo<p><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ras-le-bol de la crise?</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">Envie de changer d'air, de retrouver des valeurs authentiques?</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">J'organise avec "Sens Inverse" un stage de photo à Marrakech: "ombre et lumière"</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">Rendez-vous pour infos sur </span><a href="http://www.sensinverse.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;">www.sensinverse.com</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">Qu'on se le dise!</span></p><p><a href="mailto:info@achromatic.be"><span style="font-family:verdana;">info@achromatic.be</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> - 003226491636</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-6643623457564664866?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-45393533310728828092009-03-25T15:17:00.000+01:002009-03-25T15:36:36.497+01:00Humeur<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />C’est toujours un plaisir à cette période de l’année de retrouver la lumière, la chaleur (un peu tout de même) et les couleurs de l’Afrique du nord.<br />A peine débarqué à Marrakech, de renouer le contact avec la ville, son ambiance, son odeur, son rythme.<br />D’entendre, Mon ami, Mon ami. Ca va la France ? (Bien sûr la Belgique ils connaissent ! Ils ont de la famille chez nous. Flamand, français ? Vous n’avez pas eu un problème ? Le gouvernement ? Bon ça va comme ça) Qu’est ce que tu cherches ? Plaisir des yeux ! Cette année, on écrase les prix,….ctc…<br />Mais aussi de constater une « certaine irritation » devant ces touristes moins nombreux, (avec tout ce qu’on construit pour eux, les ingrats !) qui consomment moins, n’achètent plus autant ou moins cher !<br /><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">C’est la crise, et là aussi on la sent !</span><br /></strong>Fatalistes mais aussi un peu exaspérés. Ils vont la payer eux aussi ! Ils le savent ! D’autant plus cher qu’ils ont beaucoup moins profités que nous des abus de nos sociétés occidentales.<br />C’est injuste !<br />Internet, le mirage. Ils avaient, eux aussi, envie de consommer, d’acheter de belles bagnoles, de nouveaux GSM , de « s’en fourrer jusque là darladirladada…. » De mieux vivre quoi !<br />Et bien non ! Pas pour tout de suite en tous cas ; ou seulement pour quelques-uns, ceux qui de toute façon affichaient déjà l’arrogance de leur réussite, de leur argent. Ceux là continuent à faire des affaires, ils peuvent tout acheter, vraiment tout! Même la plus grosse "Mercidis" sans doute, le véhicule le mieux adapté aux pistes et aux zigzags dans le même rond-point entre les ânes, charettes, petits et grands taxis, bahuts, sans oublier le flot continu de vélos, motobécanes, 4x4 et bagnoles en tous genres.<br />Pour ceux là, pas de problème, le soleil toujours au zénith. L’hiver rude ne les a pas fait frissonner et leur(s) luxueuse(s) baraque(s) n’ont pas pris l’eau !( dans certaines régions, il a neigé et plu beaucoup, jusqu’à 300% en plus de la normale saisonnière, d’où inondations, maisons effondrées, mort d’hommes)<br />L’augmentation du prix des aliments, des légumes et des produits de premières nécessités n’a pas changé leur régime alimentaire. La crise, ils en parlent mais au fond, ils s’en fichent.<br />Les autres, l’immense majorité, ils vont la sentir passer !<br />Choquant ? Oui! Un peu comme chez nous en somme: <span style="color:#ffff00;">"On privatise les profits et mutualise les</span> <span style="color:#ffff00;">pertes"</span> ( merci Yannick) </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">Va falloir devenir fataliste alors. Inch Allah.</span><br /></strong>Une anecdote ? Véridique !<br />« Un chauffeur de taxi qui conduit une dame à la seule église catholique de Marrakech lui demande : Tu vas prier ? Alors c’est gratuit mais pries pour nous aussi ; c’est la crise ! »<br />Moralité: "Allah akbar" répète le muezzin, mais tout seul ça ne suffira peut-être pas. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">J'y retournerai encore, pour finir mon travail, mais aussi pour ce peuple rieur, coloré et attachant.<br /><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-4539353331072882809?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-68828917663845764592009-03-24T16:46:00.002+01:002009-03-24T16:49:41.663+01:00Chez Talout<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/SckAfsi54eI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/3NppmhEAffs/s1600-h/Talout+01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316781379621085666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/SckAfsi54eI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/3NppmhEAffs/s400/Talout+01.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dans cette univers monochromatic, une petite touche de couleur, légère...</span><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-6882891766384576459?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-43149570076090797702009-03-24T16:41:00.002+01:002009-03-24T16:45:49.868+01:00"Dar Panorama"<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/Scj_blWdSiI/AAAAAAAAAjI/z3zJ2xmr6rw/s1600-h/Aziz01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316780209458727458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/Scj_blWdSiI/AAAAAAAAAjI/z3zJ2xmr6rw/s400/Aziz01.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">" Dar Panorama, soyez les biens venus mille fois!" Aziz est très accueillant et très fier de sa terrasse.<br /></span><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-4314957007609079770?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-77956204072508300122009-03-24T16:40:00.000+01:002009-03-25T15:32:06.966+01:00Aziz 02<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/Sco_ewREG5I/AAAAAAAAAjg/noGlvZEQcRI/s1600-h/Aziz02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317132107649391506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/Sco_ewREG5I/AAAAAAAAAjg/noGlvZEQcRI/s400/Aziz02.jpg" border="0" /></a> Comme le disent les anciens: "le Maroc est un pays froid au soleil chaud".<br />Cette nuit là, il avait plu! Au petit matin, la température était fraîche et la montagne ennneigée.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-7795620407250830012?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-47906276107991130992009-03-24T16:24:00.003+01:002009-03-24T16:41:21.308+01:00Le pain<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/Scj7QS90u7I/AAAAAAAAAjA/c6xbLrnSlDw/s1600-h/Montage+pain+40.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316775617498495922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/Scj7QS90u7I/AAAAAAAAAjA/c6xbLrnSlDw/s400/Montage+pain+40.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> C'est une grande tradition au Maroc de faire le pain. Dans toutes les familles, de grand matin, les femmes s'affairent aux fournaux. Ici, toute une pièce est consacrée aux fours, j'en ai compté 7. Ce sont des fours traditionnels en terre cuite, chauffés aux bois. Quand ils ont emmagasiné toute la chaleur, on brosse les braises et colle la pâte contre la paroi; ça cuit très vite, un peu comme une pizza.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Après il faut réactiver les feux et on recommence l'opération. Un travail de titan, dans la fumée et les courants d'air.<br /></span><div></div><br />Un délice servi en général avec de l'huile d'olives.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-4790627610799113099?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-27541087775650577352009-03-24T16:21:00.003+01:002009-03-25T08:28:12.219+01:00Talout 01<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/ScndAbZZOmI/AAAAAAAAAjY/s-nN1HLmbbk/s1600-h/Talout+02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317023834511587938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/ScndAbZZOmI/AAAAAAAAAjY/s-nN1HLmbbk/s400/Talout+02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/Scj6r9COjPI/AAAAAAAAAi4/LE-z4q1iPlQ/s1600-h/Talout+02.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-2754108777565057735?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-32177525583999825412009-03-24T16:20:00.000+01:002009-03-24T16:21:41.970+01:00Talout 02<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/Scj6b_bEkgI/AAAAAAAAAiw/lA9SdTUTMSI/s1600-h/Skoura+05.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316774718899261954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/Scj6b_bEkgI/AAAAAAAAAiw/lA9SdTUTMSI/s400/Skoura+05.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-3217752558399982541?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-2412605383370241172009-03-24T16:19:00.000+01:002009-03-24T16:20:22.376+01:00le bled<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/Scj6D4RXyJI/AAAAAAAAAio/CYBcfIxY564/s1600-h/Skoura+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316774304662669458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/Scj6D4RXyJI/AAAAAAAAAio/CYBcfIxY564/s400/Skoura+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-241260538337024117?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-73881241753809679752009-03-24T16:16:00.001+01:002009-03-24T16:18:40.090+01:00Aux Bords de la palmeraie<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/Scj5efeBH9I/AAAAAAAAAig/fLvtXwGPqaM/s1600-h/Skoura+04.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316773662349664210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/Scj5efeBH9I/AAAAAAAAAig/fLvtXwGPqaM/s400/Skoura+04.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-7388124175380967975?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-66476827611453179302009-03-23T17:53:00.003+01:002009-03-23T17:54:45.898+01:00Triptyque bambou 02<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/Sce-u2Sw5vI/AAAAAAAAAiY/VOwZdQVUP48/s1600-h/Montage+Marrakech+40.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316427597191636722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/Sce-u2Sw5vI/AAAAAAAAAiY/VOwZdQVUP48/s400/Montage+Marrakech+40.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-6647682761145317930?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-885492605101939562009-03-23T17:51:00.000+01:002009-03-23T17:53:02.055+01:00la main verte<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/Sce-OiNPL6I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/_I-bvCUBUBI/s1600-h/Marrakech+13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316427042043932578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/Sce-OiNPL6I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/_I-bvCUBUBI/s400/Marrakech+13.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-88549260510193956?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-78141340315520713042009-03-23T17:49:00.001+01:002009-03-23T17:51:18.084+01:00Cactée<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/Sce9pd_OtGI/AAAAAAAAAiI/gRc0MO31aIs/s1600-h/Marrakech+02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316426405256279138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/Sce9pd_OtGI/AAAAAAAAAiI/gRc0MO31aIs/s400/Marrakech+02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-7814134031552071304?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-59010487307352527952009-03-23T17:47:00.002+01:002009-03-23T17:48:34.507+01:00Gueliz<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/Sce9TN1ax0I/AAAAAAAAAiA/QGRSft4xPNk/s1600-h/Marrakech+12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316426022963038018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/Sce9TN1ax0I/AAAAAAAAAiA/QGRSft4xPNk/s400/Marrakech+12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-5901048730735252795?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1184702809779407342.post-31005540065075272542009-03-23T17:45:00.000+01:002009-03-23T17:46:48.795+01:00Les Tiliboutiques<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/Sce8z_yQK4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/jSph-wCA9M8/s1600-h/Marrakech+03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316425486615718786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMKiA1Li-h8/Sce8z_yQK4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/jSph-wCA9M8/s400/Marrakech+03.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1184702809779407342-3100554006507527254?l=www.photosnoiretblanc.com'/></div>jmvdlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18163908789006343801noreply@blogger.com0