I think there’s not much left now but skin and bones, literally. Not much has changed.
I’ve been told that my little photo project is sick, twisted, and disturbing. I don’t really see how, myself. Is it gross? Yes, definitely. But twisted? Things — animals — people — die all the time. Death is all around us. I don’t see how just owning up to it and observing it is unhealthy — quite the opposite, in fact.
For the record, I’ve never caused the death of any animal larger than a mouse (and that one was in our kitchen, and I felt really bad about it, apologized to the mouse before killing him, and cried for half an hour).