Friday, September 25, 2009

Two more lost

These little lives were from a few weeks ago.
I got to the point where I would grab my camera first thing each morning and run outside to see what had died over night in the water bowl. This seemed bizarre and in some ways wrong.
I had lost the reverence and reflection that I felt when I first discovered the dragonfly in the first image of the series. When there was nothing in the water bowl, I was disappointed.
The process seemed to have become just about me and getting "the next image"; this made me kind of sick to my stomach.
I haven't stopped checking the bowl but now at least I've started questioning my motives and intent.