My daughter and I found this cow’s skeleton at evening, glaring white in the light of the setting sun. Sheltered in a draw with the last clouds of a passing storm front as a backdrop, I had only two minutes to compose, evaluate and create the image, and I left feeling as though Ansel Adams’ ghost had been sitting on my shoulder helping the process.
First, I must apologize for the drought of posts this week. There is a bittersweet aspect to working on one’s doctorate: everything’s interesting, but you have very little time for anything else.
Nonetheless, though posts may be a bit more sporadic for a while due to my schoolwork, I’ll try to keep up.
Here, though, is an image that relates quite well how I feel right now: dead.