A deer died.
Maybe the deer perished in an ugly murder at the jaws of a mountain lion
or a pack of wolves. Clearly, a messy
violence of some kind pitched the pelvis ahead of the jaw bone and beyond the
pickup-stick scatter of ribs. And the
jaw bone has drifted too far away.
I came upon the bones while walking in the juniper
and sage hills.
They gave me pause.
But the photo is the interesting thing. I took a color photograph…and it turned out
black and white, stark. The long
droughts and the light of day conspire against even the grass and bones of this
world—the colors are slowly drawn away in a black and white end at the edge of
winter.
Color is all about perception. And white is said to be the sum of all colors.
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