Asakiyume mita

In the Amazon, everything is always falling apart as soon as it's made: termites attack wood, metal rusts, roads disintegrate. And everywhere, new life is always pushing up. This is true everywhere, I realize... just slower

...Here, grass is sprouting on the canoe I was in. (Apologies to those of you who have seen this photo already on Twitter) A good image of resurrection.

The new green grass is rising up, like those dragon’s teeth soldiers, spearpoints first:



If the grass is the victor, what is the vanquished?
Easy: last year’s jack o’lantern:



I set it at the edge of the swamp, left it to stare into the swamp, after Halloween was over. And now only its outermost skin remains; it’s reduced from three dimensions to almost two--from sphere to circle. The blue thing is the candle stump, and to the right of that is the remainder of the woody chunk of stem that you use to lift the jack o’lantern lid up.

So, sometimes it seems like a battle, but other times it seems like there’s an alliance between decay and new growth. Behold the alliance fortress: