nightmare
by ubique

Comment by pgirish007:
Old iphone? how close did you go to this fellow :)

wraiths
by ubique

Comment by posthumous:
in spite of your description, I feel less that they are fading away and more that they are simply beyond me. I am reminded of Fergus calling me to join him. I must not follow.

wraiths
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Comment by tnun:
we hardly know how to mourn all this passing back into the mists. such a marrying of form and content.

wraiths
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Comment by Germaine:
Unworldly creatures.

wraiths
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Comment by Bear_Music:
They are already fading out, and I can feel an empty spot forming in my heart where I had not even known there was a "spot" before. A perfectly elegiac image.

wraiths
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Comment by primabarbara:
your picture makes us feel like these creatures belong to the past already. And their gazing in disbelief (although this is a merely personal interpretation)

wraiths
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Comment by krnodil:
haunting image, I like the processing - good foreground, middle, and background distribution of the wild dogs

wraiths
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Comment by nam:
You were there. We are there. Is that attitude in the one in the front swishing his tail at us?

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Comment by mariuca:
The predators with their diaphanous butterfly ears seem to wait, and wait in the headlights of an unknown source of pastel light.
Worth a Beckett line

wraiths
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Comment by ubique:

Originally posted by streetpigeon: Beautifully real even as it dallies fancifully with, to my eyes, out of kilter focus and exposure. The composition is marvelous, both graphically and emotionally, as you seem to compose an elegy as well as a valentine. Lovely tones. Tremendously moving. So unhappy.

Dear Rich,

Thank you for this comment. I joke around with comments and photographs, but this one is an issue I am deeply passionate about. These astonishing creatures have so many unique qualities that I will mourn when they are gone. And they will leave us, because for reasons too complicated to go into here, they are not equipped to survive in our world. They hold on, but they will inevitably lose their grasp and fall. They are, paradoxically, too beautiful, too perfect, to survive.

So an elegy/valentine is a perfect characterisation of my photograph. Thank you.