Be Forewarned: this post includes a graphic image that may be offensive to some viewers.
As I was on my way to visit my friend Kendal at Sizizis last week, he happened to send me the photo of the starling shown below. His co-worker found the bird, heart removed and laying on the seven of diamonds, positioned on a crosswalk while headed to work.
Creepy and heart-wrenching stuff if you ask me.
Despite my immediate repulsion, however, I was drawn in. There is something alluring about the composition of the photo itself; the contrast of reds and blacks, the bright dash of yellow beak, the soft glow emanating from the center. I don't know, but something about this captured my imagination.
While showering, brainstorming for the writing I wanted to do for the day, the starling's story unfolded.
While the starling's story unfolded, I realized it was the next step in the short piece David I posted several days ago.