Their stilts lifted them above the wet, uneven ground, allowing them to watch their flocks and travel long distances across the sodden heather.
Through Arnaudin’s lens, these shepherds appear as tall, ghostly silhouettes on the flat horizon—figures shaped by wind, mud, and patience. Their solitude is almost sacred. Their balance, a quiet defiance against the elements.
But progress was coming. Wetlands were drained. Pine forests were planted. Roads were paved. The stilts were lowered, then lost