07.26.13 death becomes her, part two

In the lush, verdant realities of summer, I forget all about the bare, graceful structures hidden under all that green. Until a little death sweeps in, like a dry branch waving naked in the wind, to steal my attention and remind me, for just a moment, that the circle never stops.

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06.09.13 life & death

This juxtaposition makes me smile. My friend Emy is trying to kill the invasive honeysuckle. She not only cut it down to the ground, she placed a skull over it!  I forgot to ask if this was a deliberate symbolic gesture…

In any case, the honeysuckle is growing right up through the bones like a phoenix rising from the ashes…

There is no more realistic portrait of nature than the fact of death and the resolute persistence of life all around it.

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