Just a bird on the sidewalk. It evidently flew into the store window and killed itself; It landed on this yellow stripe, which seemed an interesting composition.
I'm not really heartless; it's just . . . things are where you find them. I wish the bird was alive and happy. I can't accomplish that. All I can do is snatch a moment in time. Being human is like that. We're stuck on the knife edge of now, whether we have a camera or not.
Might be why photography is so poignant. It shows us where we are at the time.
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