Sometimes there is dignity in death. And sometimes there isn’t.
On my daily walk this morning I stumbled on this scene, was moved, and made a few images. I have often photographed death, and no matter how macabre the scene, I never fail to see the beauty that once was. See the images of the flying fox in my portfolio.
I have lived close to death through big chunks of my own life, so though I don’t have an unnatural fascination for the subject, I feel that it draws me sometimes.
I don’t like to see things die.