This rabbit or what is left of it was run down by some jack ass car driver who could not avoid the small ground animal on the side of a neighborhood road in Dooleyville. Just prior to being torn open the little guy probably looked some like this which appears slightly more comfortable than his present state. The death of anything on the road as a result of the auto viper, more specifically the humans that operate them is a real tragedy considering that the life energy of the one dead would have continued living without the murderous combo of human and car. What's left, the carcass, the vessel which carried the living spirit up until that point becomes an extraordinary photo subject to me because of my proximity to the place it went down, the 2 wheeled connection. I usually roll by death by tire and asphalt, my fault, their fault on the daily and I never look away. I am always scanning to see if the subject is dynamic enough, if the light is right, is there a backdrop and all things that I need to see to make a decent picture that will make people's brains itch. One of these days I am going to put together a picture book, coffee table size of the collective animal death I have witnessed on the roads that I ride. It says more than what you see when you look past the subject to the struggle for life in a paved nation.