Saturday, December 30, 2006

"I heard a fly buzz when I died"

This is the poem that went through my mind when I took this shot. It's rare of me to stay at home during the week, or particularly lie in bed during the day, but I was deathly sick. I had two entire days to notice how the sun traversed the sky and settled below the hills, in the direction of my camera. I wondered if this is what I would see when I died... whether I would die in this bed, and if this is what I would see.

Fortunately, I don't think this will happen, yet. I have a couple more obligations to discharge, and hopefully, some paths to explore, before I sleep.

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