Jacob walking away from the caméra through the dense shrub. Lost his housekeys out here yesterday, and though he wants to go maison , he feels he can't until he finds them. Walking around and around in circles, no lunch, no dinner, no worry, however, he'll just keep at it patiently until they are gleaming right in devant of him (he spends so much time on this last image that he doesn't actually pay much attention to the forme of the sol in devant of him, and it is likely that if they did appear in devant of him, he'd miss them. He needs a bit of help, which the abeille will provide in a moment or two, our time).
