|Wow, what a battle this has started! I'm not sure from previous critiques whether this was originally posted without comment, or whether folks simply disagreed with the comments made. If your notes were added later, I'm glad it was done. I feel every shot in TrekEarth should include notes, for this is about learning. If the photo is as contraversial as this, then notes should be mandatory.|
That said, I agree with mdchachi. This does tell us about the world, like it or not. As a photo, you've caught the blood mid-drip, very effective. The exposure may be a little dark, but that goes with the sombre mood. I agree that a different background may have been nicer, but many less-perfect photos have received more points.
Finally, the subject. I feel that society, especially we North Americans, have moved towards a surreal world where we like to eat, but we like to pretend we don't kill. While I can understand where this comes from, for killing always brings some remorse (or at least it should), respect for the animal is lost in this denial. When I lived in a native Canadian community, eating fresh caribou and salmon, I learned to thank the animal that died for me as I ate. When I returned to a world of beef and chicken wrapped in styrofoam and cellophane, I found that the gift the animal gave is too easily forgotten. By choosing not to think of it, we choose not to be grateful. The respect is gone.
I bow to hunters, farmers and vegetarians, for in the modern world they seem to be the last who remember where meat comes from. I take the angry posts at this reminder as proof. Thanks for making us think opti.
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