The Crow

A photograph I did not take:

A middle aged lady carrying a Pekinese dog and wearing a black sweater, an A-line skirt and a pair of black sandals of the type favoured by nurses in Japan pokes warily with a packet of tissues at the corpse of a fallen crow lying on the sandy ground of the childrens baseball area in the park outside my house. For background audio, the faint hum of traffic, the occasional blast of marshal music from the black vans of the nationalists (today is Showa day, a national holiday) and the laughter of children as they play carefree and oblivious to it all in the sunlit park on the other side of the baseball ground's wire fence.

(visit the original meister of the non-photographic image here)