The photographs Mr. Munita took at the time, and on return trips to those islands, are haunting. Barefoot workmen lug sacks of dung on their shoulders, as if little had changed in the century and a half since guano was the target of imperialist designs. Seabirds swirl overhead. Sunlight meekly penetrates the sky’s hazy veil, capturing a horizon reminiscent of a nocturnal J.M.W. Turner oil painting.
Yes, even *that* can look photogenic.