I’ve been taking pictures of dead animals for as long as I have been taking pictures, and I can’t say it’s deliberate, but when I see one I find myself inexplicably drawn with a mixture of compassion and connection leading the way. There is something about the idea that these little lives go largely unseen and in death they go unnoticed. I watched a half a dozen people pass by this rat without a glance and I guess that makes sense, why should anyone care about a dead rat? I don’t know, but for some reason I do. Anyway, enough babbling, here he is.
