I took it out. They had gone back and inspected the deer with flashlights and found the bullet casings. They told me it looked beautiful. I loaded 8 x 10 film and asked them to wake me when it was blue outside. I went and took pictures of the fawn at sunrise.
Technology transforms nature into art.
Technology is another tool of death. The asphalt roads that we humans have been stretching across the country for years have completely disrupted the migration of animals. These lines our technology traces in the sky effectively transform the heavens into another boring painting. Flesh bodies, having been abandoned by animation, lose their form. A carcass, be it flesh or stone, human or house, still retains spirit.