Lucy's water bowl #3, one death one alive

I photographed again this morning and as I touched the water, the little moth moved. He, she, had gotten itself upside down in the water dish and the wings were weighted down with water. I moved him on to my finger and put him on the rocks by Lucy's dish to dry in the sun.

grey day

grey day, silver light

From Bill Jay, who passed away this year

"Photographers have already photographed everything too many times, except cheese..."

Tungsten light on stainless steel

I've finally had a chance to sit down and start working these images for the Small Lives hand-made book for the Charlottesville/Albemerle SPCA in Virginia. I can't get enough of this light for these animals...

Another death

Another death in Lucy's water bowl.

What happens? Do they fly in too fast? Do they drink so much that they are too heavy to take off again? Do they become so satisfied from the water on these hot summer days that they don't want to leave? Or do they just die?

Small Death

From Lucy's outdoor water bowl yesterday