En photographie, ce n’est pas le photographe qui est important. – Yann Arthus Bertrand
…303, 304, 305, 306, 307, 308, 309, 310.
I raise my head and lift my arms to stretch, as if I had slept for twelve hours. White and red spots are dancing before my eyes. I take off my glasses and rub my lids vigorously, in vain. Spots will last a few hours : that’s the price to pay for counting, classifying and paint-marking hundreds of ants.
My phone vibrates and lights ups : I got a message from Pauline.
Leaving. Meet me in 10, York
