Tell me all about the hard times that you had to be alive

I do not wish to become a photo blog for a variety of reasons, including the importance of words to me, but my chicken carcass with vegetables and spices came out so peculiarly photogenic mid-soup-making that I wanted to share it. If my stovetop looked just a little more like a Symbolist void, I could try to convince people it was some kind of memento mori still life. Or, since we are going to get new soup out of it, perhaps a metaphor for renewal.



The soup is now boiling and doesn't look like much of anything, especially since I've clapped a lid on it for the next few hours.