photoreportage

An inspiring group of young Belgians

I spent the day of the Zinneke Parade with around 20 pupils from the Institut Sainte-Marie, a secondary-level art school in Saint Gilles. Gently encouraged by their teacher Roxane Carlier, the young people had thrown themselves into this entirely voluntary project with enthusiasm, designing and producing their own costumes.

I didn't know that the group would be so young, and they certainly hadn't expected to be accompanied by a photographer. A few were immediately keen to pose for the camera, but many were reticent at the start. But they soon got used to me, especially when we left the dressing-room and got out onto the streets of central Brussels.

I was impressed and moved by their energy and good humour, and especially by the confidence with which they interacted with the crowds of spectators. I enjoyed their company a lot, and was very happy to hear from Roxane that they had appreciated the photographs that I sent her.

La Petite Foire de Semel

The 'little fair' of Semel is explicitly designed as an alternative to Belgium's big agricultural fair at Libramont, and takes place each year on the same weekend as its larger rival.

It's a relaxed and friendly event that mixes demonstrations of traditional farming and craft techniques, and opportunities to sample and buy organic local produce, with debates on agricultural policy and practice. The organisers present themselves as anti-agribusiness ('Towards ethical, peasant farming'). Representatives of Monsanto should probably stay away. Hard-core participants camp overnight and are invariably charming. The food is wonderful, but everyone is expected to wash their own dishes.

I offered my services as a volunteer photographer for the weekend and had a fantastic time. Almost everyone I encountered had an interesting story to tell and was willing to be photographed without striking a pose.

Harvest at the Ferme du Hayon

I spent a large part of yesterday afternoon aboard a combine harvester, gathering in this year's harvest of Marc Vanoverschelde's organic wheat crop in the rolling farmland of Belgium's Luxembourg province, close to the French border. A few week's ago, I photographed the many varieties of wheat and rye in Marc's experimental plots. Now the wheat in the main fields was ripe, and the race was on to get it in before the threatened rain arrived. (In fact, it never did.)

Riding in a combine harvester is a bit like sailing in a small and very noisy trawler boat – you roll unsteadily through a sea of wheat, unable to see the bottom. The difference, of course, is that instead of pulling a net, this boat pushes a giant hair-clipper along the ground ahead of it, swallowing everything it cuts down, storing the grain and shitting everything else out behind.

At the controls, Marc was extraordinarily attentive to every movement and every noise. From time to time we stopped so that he could climb down to check the grain hopper or dislodge a clump of wheat straw that was choking the intake. Marc's son Rémy came with a tractor to empty the grain from the harvester and take it back to the farm. Later, his friend Francis, who had been bailing straw in another field, came to see how Marc was getting on.

Now I just need to spend a couple of hours cleaning the dust from my cameras.