at 7:30 in the morning, on the upper reaches of the orb river, my two boys slipped into the water to go hunting for trout, and i stood on the bank, while the slugs hunted me. there were perhaps two score of them, moving slowly enough that it was easy to imagine them all converging in my direction. but i am a tomboy, and my first thought was not to run away from the slow motion horror show, but to pry a few of them off of the grass, and photograph them against a white background. i understand that that is both a little bit badass, and a little bit weird. i am happy to own both adjectives.

slugs (les limaces)

orb river, bouscet d’ord, languedoc, france