every time i post one of these dead animal images, i have to think about it long and hard. will i offend? will i scare off? is it too creepy or disturbing? and every time, i come to the same conclusion: it is. it is potentially all of those other things, but ultimately it just is. and in its way it is full of difficult beauty. there is beauty in the bones and feathers and animal framing that get revealed in such remains. and there is beauty in the knowledge that two players acted out this scene. and though one of them lies torn and broken, the other player trotted off, or flapped off, and is still among us somewhere, enjoying the great common pleasure of a full belly.trumpeter swan wingfound beside sucker lake, saint paul,  minnesota