The Fire of Antifer Materials for a Film in Progress

In the beginning Elisabeth picked yellow flowers On the green hill facing the sea between a bunker the glare of the sun and the radiation from the wars in progress In these times of confinement we film an hour a day less than a kilometer away Its a very old desire to film from home The flowers a radioactive yellow evaporate in the light And all around the playful insects vibrate tirelessly In this landscape under surveillance there is Paul an ancient Newfoundlander struck down by the world to come Has he left Has he disappeared His dog prowls along the cliffs between Fécamp and Yport The sea turns red we fall into the night