Angry Ants

by Phil

We sat on these ants. After a hot crazy night of tuk-tuk errands, we stopped for a Coke along Bannerghatta Road; exhausted, we sat on this cement bench surrounding some kind of tree. After we sat for a minute, Pam leaped up, grabbed her purse, and yanked me up as well. These little buggers were everywhere. We spent the rest of the night brushing off itchy creatures, real and imagined alike.

By the way, the Canon 5D Mark II does indeed open up a lot of possibility in low light…

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2 Responses to “Angry Ants”

  1. Amanda says:

    During my first Vipassana retreat on the slop of a hill in Bali, I sat in silence and watched the red ants for hours and wept about my relationship with my mother. Luckily, it wasn’t until much later, after that sweet moment in silence reflecting on mom and me, that I sat on the little fuckers who burned my skin. Red ants should have their own planet.

  2. Phil says:

    HA. Agreed :)