Through these intimate, unjust, children in the middle of the bullets, the last light of the day was ripped, the trees bend towards water, and the horses wandering in the faded glow-Martinot began to collect a new feeling in particular. She writes: ‘I photographed this two young couples lying on the grass, near a branch of the Awafoun River in the Tarn-Taronne area. They were just like this when I asked if I could take their photos, then told them not to move. I loved the simple intimate relationship for a moment and the sweet content of the girl
