Some years ago I was shooting for a photo project about the wild nature of my island (Crete), and how it gave me a sense of anxiety and imminent threat.
I hadn’t got any keepers that day, and by magic hour I was walking around an abandoned building site in the mountains, hunting for images in the fading light. Out of nowhere a bee appeared. It started attacking my lens, ramming against the camera like that horse from the boat scene in The Ring. I was scared and awed by it.
I took five photos of the bee as the sun slipped behind the mountains. Because the bee was so fast and frantic, they were all blurred – except one. It became my favourite image of the project, representing to me exactly why I’d gone out shooting in the first place.
