"Out of the Cradle, Endlessly Rocking"
This infant Black Squirrel, newly born and beautifully formed, felt its way out of a hidden nest in my home's rafters, falling to the earth below, its eyes never having opened to the world. The black hole of so many erased possibilities fills our vast universe with loss, and yet somehow fails to engulf the remainder. What's left to us is heartbreakingly brief yet, still, it is life.
"Who knoweth not in all these that the hand of the Lord hath wrought this? In whose hand is the soul of every living thing."
- Book of Job, Ch. 12
TITLE - "Out of the Cradle, Endlessly Rocking"
WHERE - Port Moody, British Columbia (2020)