September 2026, Provence. From the ground, salt flats are shallow basins full of water, nothing more. From above they turn into a paintbox: deep blue next to pink, ochre next to white, and between them embankments so straight that someone might have drawn them with a ruler.
Every pan has its own colour. Deep blue, pink, ochre, a red that hardly looks real. And where the salt is ready, a white crust lies on top, cracked like old varnish.
That morning haze hangs over the pans, and in one place a whole bank of mist lies on top of them.
Below, salt. Above, colour.
Nothing but pans, embankments and clouds all the way to the horizon.A narrow orange channel splits the grid in two.On the left, blotches like an old map; on the right, deep blue.Pink, grey and blue, neatly divided like the compartments of a type case.In the grey pan the salt draws white streaks.Fine white veins in the orange, like cracks in a glaze.Red in every shade, and at the back the haze swallows the colours.Red rectangles, with a dark canal on the left as a dividing line.The red pans run into the mist and simply stop.White swirls in the grey, and further back the sky is reflected.Smooth water above, crinkled salt below – and the cross of embankments in between.Small sluices in the channel decide where the water goes.
Why the pans are pink
The colours have a simple cause: salt. Seawater flows from pan to pan, sun and wind evaporate it, and with every pan it gets saltier. Only when the water cannot hold any more salt does the salt settle on the bottom – those are the white crusts you see from above.
Very few living things can cope with water this salty. The alga Dunaliella salina stores orange-red beta-carotene, but above all salt-loving microbes known as archaea tint the water pink to red with their pigment. Brine shrimp eat the algae and flamingos eat the brine shrimp – which is why they are pink too.
Pink, here, means: salt soon.
Grey, white and ochre in stripes – almost like a plastered wall.Below, tyre tracks curve through the salt.In the water on the left, the clouds drift by.White crust in three fields, with cracks like paving stones in the middle one.Between the pink and the red, hedges run like contour lines.An embankment drawn diagonally across the frame like a brushstroke.Red in front, then white and olive, and water all the way to the horizon.Red on the right, white on the left, an orange thread in between.A different colour in every compartment, and at the back everything blurs into the haze.Golden yellow beside red – and below, an orange strip that almost glows.At the edge of the pans, a village with red roofs begins.Dark embankments frame every field like the lead in a stained-glass window.A single pan full of salt, marked with fine lines.Golden yellow in the foreground, and above, a red channel cuts across the frame.