one explicit goal of STILL blog is commemoration. Not as in remembering the dead, but as in valuing moments, beings, and objects, living and dead, seemingly significant and seemingly insignificant, by paying attention to them for however brief a time. everything in this photo is ostensibly dead. the split leg bone of a wild boar found on the bank of a trout stream and the russet colored moth with the feathery antennae found on the ground below a window. one was mighty once, one could fly. they lived, i believe, in the pleasure and fear that is the lot of every earthly life form. i like to think that the accumulation of moments that you spend looking at them extends their life in some small way.
wild boar leg bones with a november moth