“And Father, dear Father, ‘your memory causes my heart to fall out,’ to spatter flat on the ground until all is left behind, until the hollow body begins to trace out its shell-like regions: the ribcage, chest, and pelvic girdle grieve until the bones are rearranged, resemble a skeleton, a museum exhibit, a body shell case. In case the glass shatters, document the past with exquisite repose; reconfigure the bones until they order the mind without disrupting the brain, which is constantly at work to put the pieces back in order. Say to the brain: ‘Replenish the images you refuse to keep; refuse stasis. Resign from eating away at the thing; eat the thing.” —Claire Donato, Burial
Chris Bronsk 
Thank you, Jennifer. I am really glad you liked it.
I really enjoyed the first one, the contrast is fascinating.
Thanks, Rufus!
I missed this set. Wonderful rhythm. That spot of color is just immense – great choice.
Thank you, Richard, for that kind and generous feedback.
Another fascinating sequence, which reminds me of Bergman’s Wild Strawberries. I love your photography, Chris.