When the evening comes, followed by the night, animals take back their natural territory. Some do it discreetly; others make a lot of noise.
The sound gradually build up as the sun goes down, ending in a cacophony just before the light completely disappears.
Are they scared of the night like Childrens are? Or happy to be alive?
In any event, they are coming closer, encroaching on 'our' territory, like possums in the roof, scatching and jumping around to remind us of our vulnerability.
Then our childhood fear of the dark comes back. Alone in our compfy cocoon, with our eyes wide open, we pass a sleepless night – a 'nuit blanche' – questioning our human condition.
*Nuit blanche: sleepless night in French (literally 'white night')
This series wouldn't have been possible without the support of the Australian Museum in Sydney.
Thanks in particular to Sandy for letting me spend a day with the beasts.
Thanks also to Richard for his invaluable help and to my kids for being a constant source of inspiration.
And finally, thanks to the Possum Man in Sydney for helping me come to term with the strange animals living in my roof!