Writing blogs almost daily blogs here, for years, I got a routine and habits. Most habits and repetitions were generated by participating in many challenges. As you probably know, challenges have been an important help in finding themes for writing, especially in moments of lack of inspiration. One of the most famous challenges, a photography challenge, was #treetuesday proposed by 
It's already Tuesday and I can't take my thoughts off the trees, so to free myself I have to put some trees here.
During this end of winter and the timid beginning of spring, the trees look strange, stripped of their leaves. I am referring to those used to shedding their clothes (leaves) with the coming of winter ... although it would be more normal to dress even thicker!
The trees now look strange, I like them but they also scare me. I was always afraid of the forest, I was afraid of getting lost in a forest and not knowing how to go home. I was afraid of the dark!
I was afraid of the trees that looked like witches, especially at night. Of course, readings, stories, and movies contributed to this fear.
I have decided. This Tuesday I will post some photos of leafless trees at night. How scary they may or may not be.
These photos were taken in style "La nuit américaine"!
American night has an old story for me. In the early 1980s, when I was still young and in love with movies. I was born and lived my most beautiful years in a communist country, beyond the iron curtain as it was called then. In Eastern Europe, in Romania. When I say the most beautiful years, I mean that they were the years of adolescence and youth, otherwise life in a communist regime was no joy and pleasure.
To "escape" from the gray and sad daily life we had three main ways: reading, music, and film. I used them all intensely, although I didn't have access to many. The film was then the great passion because it integrated the other two, literature (screenplay), music (soundtrack), and had in addition the image (which was a thousand words, right?).
Well, in the 80's I was surprised to see a poster with a French film, directed by François Truffaut, the most famous director of the new French wave. La Nuit Américaine! (The American Night)! I immediately wanted to see the film, especially since my imagination was telling me that it would be a film about America, made by a great French director.
It was not at all what I expected. In fact, American night was a filming technique.
The way to film during the day and in the film the respective sequences seem to be filmed at night.
Because it was much cheaper to film in that way than to film at night, taking into account the technical equipment of those times.
I could have been disappointed but I wasn't, the movie was very good. It was a movie within a movie, a story about how a movie is made. François Truffaut's Academy Award winner "Day for Night" (1973)
That's what I did with these photos! It would have been hard for me to do them at night so I photographed them during the day. What appears to be the moon is actually the sun seen from behind the clouds. I hope I succeeded.
So what you see is never exactly what happens.
This post was inspired by François Truffaut's film La Nuit Americaine and
