Death of a Bread Fruit

Quite what there is attractive about the death of a bread fruit, I have no idea. There is a certain symmetry to be sure, a delightful blending of autumnal colours. Still life or nature morte ?


Still life ? Yes life must. Not that it must go on, it just must and in musting or musking one should rejoice in its beauty, its form and in the joy in tracing that form on those one can behold in their entirety.


I must have eaten too much cari dorade combava or, maybe even hope can grow on old trees.