And then there were three…

There is beauty in death and, yes, even a slice of humor sometimes. The remains of this poor being reminds one of cartoon characters. And aren’t we all just humble ridiculous earthlings on the surface of a blue marble rotating throuh space and time forever and ever?

Pathetic? Stumbling across this grotesque sculpture first thing in the morning might even turn Uncle Rotter into a philosopher.

The kittens obviously had grown up.

And yes, the quality of the pictures very often is poor since I’m using the shitty cam in my mobile (from way before the civil war ended). Not built to meet the standards of MAGNUM, snapshots might be the term.