Thursday Jonathan and I drove to Toulouse. I’d completed photographing the tree on Wednesday evening and had stacks of refrigerated slide film ready for processing. After a somewhat difficult and tedious first encounter with the printers we waited for several hours in a nearby café—a day of people watching, coffee drinking, and somewhat anxious waiting (on my part at least). By the afternoon we found ourselves standing face to face with solemn technicians and colourful slide film in abundance. Limited time was such that a quick decision needed to be made over which image to use for the installation and for scanning; something that I never enjoy doing in fear of ultimately making the wrong decision.
Decision made, further waiting, acknowledging nods from locals, dusk drive home.
