But there I would like to thank all those who supported the creation of this site : my Dad and my Mum who always supported me, except when I put my Mum’s silk evening dress in the washing machine, and when I bumped into my Dad’s car with my bicycle, and when I let the Christmas cake fall on the floor. My Dad and my Mum nearly always supported me and had the great idea to meet somewhere someday. If not, I would not be here. They brought into this encounter all these strange families of whom I’m now looking up the history. (And just imagine for one second my Dad’s name would have been John Smith and my Mum’s would have been Ann Campbell…. How easy that would have made my genealogical research !)

Among all these families, a very special mention of my cousins, Philippe, Myriam, Alexandre and Stanislas, whom I really love so much...

My hairdresser, my make-up artist, my trainer, my agent, my stylist, my banker for his understanding.

Martina et Rainer , who introduced me to diving…

My Great Grandfather, who had the good idea of falling in love with a dancer during the Universal Exhibition in Paris, and of abandoning his wife and children to set up home near the river Seine. As a consequence of this bad deed, my Great Grandmother followed him a few years later with all her children in her luggage.
And finally, we left Russia before the October Revolution, which saved us a few pogroms, plague, cholera, concentration camps, Stalingrad battle, Stalin’s purges, gulags…

Jean-François, who put a camera back in my hands, and who helped me creating this site, KmOoG who improved it, and moreover Kéa who gave the final touch to the photo galleries.

Jean-François, still the same, also Jean-Bernard, as well as and all who helped carrying my tripod (6 kilos of pure technology, that’s something!)

Brigitte, for her scrutinising proofing, Helen, Brigitte again for the English version, Christoph and Simone and their serene smile at my numerous texts and chatters for the German version.
For the Arabic version, volunteers are welcomed….

Mister Kodak for the small Instamatic given for my 10th birthday, which served me faithfully for a long time, and finally did produce some pictures that were not so bad….
Mister Canon, whose reflex replaced very well my small Instamatic…

DeviantArt and Sans Prétention or their numerous criticisms of my photos, and very specially Yvan Galvez and Fabien Azzopardi,also Pierrevm, Martin and all who made my photographic view evolve, Jean-Sé for his support on Photoshop, Kiki or a greatly efficient correction, and all the others, too numerous to be listed here… visit Sans Prétention, DeviantArt or my links.

Dominique Charpagne, Laurent Vilbert, Alexandre, Kali, all those who pushed me in making this site, my patient models, and specially Kali (again) and moreover, my most preferred male model, and a pair of very obedient wooden hands……

oseph Kessel, Jean Raspail et JMG Le Clézio, for giving me dreams of travelling and other worlds. And someone very special who made me dreaming of deserts before knowing them.

Sophie Thouveninfor her superb photos, and for that high quality site named Préface, Stéphane for this other site named Proses de Vues, Laurent Orseau and FilH for introducing me to a blurred world.

Gerald Lacroix and his outstanding site on Ain-Noussy village in Algeria, who allowed me, in a totally unexpected way, to find the track of my Great Grandmother, and unroll a little but further the yarn of my travelling genetics…

Volunteers who put on line Ellis Island's immigrants database, and let me discover some unknown cousins, Laurence Senelick who was interested in the wanderings of a theatre Alexander Koiransky.

My several travel companions, who hit the road with me, with their good mood, and a lot of patience when I wanted to take a picture at this specific place with the needed light… this light not arriving for one or two hours. With a special mention to Christine for pushing me to go in places we love.

My bosses, who made me travel a lot … to grimy places, collecting miles to fly to huge blue skies, also giving me the opportunities of some shootings in these cold and inhuman places that airports are.

Peter Minuit, for buying Manhattan and founding NewYork, and Jan Van Riebeeck for creating the first settlement in Cape of Good Hope, two of the most beautiful cities in the world.

And my cats, for their patience when I refuse to abandon my keyboard, and their ability to detach me from it, nevertheless.