|I did not make a photograph of the fox |
in Yellowstone. I just watched it.
I made this photo in Japan. It isn't a photo
of a fox. It is a photo of a story about a
fox. Not the same thing.
The bridge is high and narrow and long. The river at the bottom of the gorge is rushing with spring run-off and impossible to swim. So the fox crossed the bridge as quickly as it could, and, when it got to the other side, it just kept going.
Because I'm a human being, when I remember that fox, it becomes a story about a fox.
Because I am a human being, I think about how the moments of bridge crossing had a beginning, a middle, and an ending. I think about how it is like a story in that way, but I also think about how the fox ran up the hill once it reached the other side and how the life of the fox wasn't over.