Colony

In this open-air anthill, I felt very small. I had taken the first boat of the day, the one of the employees who work on this piece of land with a hole in the open sea. I wanted to have the chance to feel alone and drowned under the deafening din of the colony of Northern Gannets that populate Bonaventure Island. I finally had this privilege. It was difficult to stay focused and concentrated on a particular bird. My head and eyes were constantly spinning like the Gannets. The more I observed them, the more numerous and grandiose they seemed to me. A majestic legion with an icy blue gaze.