The step of the herd, at dawn

At the foot of the hills, in the garrigue where thyme and rosemary perfume the dry air, the flock awakens. One shepherd rests with his back to the dry-stone hut, another shears his lamb in the morning light, and further on, the elderly shepherd couple leads the animals back to the dry-stone enclosure. The Provence of the shepherds is this world of mineral silence where the crumbling walls have always told the same story: that of man and his sheep.