The Moth…

don’t care.

“The Moth don’t care when he sees The Flame.
He might get burned, but he’s in the game.
And once he’s in, he can’t go back, he’ll
Beat his wings ’til he burns them black…
No, The Moth don’t care when he sees The Flame. . .
The Moth don’t care if The Flame is real,
‘Cause Flame and Moth got a sweetheart deal.
And nothing fuels a good flirtation,
Like Need and Anger and Desperation…
No, The Moth don’t care if The Flame is real. . . ”
Aimee Mann

For much of my time as a photographer, other than a series on dying kokanee, I’ve put my lens on beauty which is never in short supply in our natural world.

Lately though I feel compelled to tell a different story.

It’s not pretty but it’s there, right in front of me. and I’m finding it hard to look away.

Will it make me grow as a photographer?

I don’t know but it’s one hell of a story.