The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found   A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,   Killed. It had been in the long grass. I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.   Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world   Unmendably. Burial was no help: Next morning I got up and it did not. The first day after a death, the new absence   Is always the same; we should be careful Of each other, we should be kind   While there is still time. - Philip Larkin

Colorful field on the plain of Castelluccio di Norcia in springtime during an explosion of blossoming, Italy, 2013 - by Roberto Bettacchi, Italian

jo ann callis, man in white on bed, 1979

Sleeping Bacchant by Károly Lotz (19th Century)

Vincent Bercasio

Alberto Martini (1876–1954) - Flesh and spirit, 1928

aya takano

Nele Azevedo - The minimum monument | 2005

lum

Angelina Jolie, 2010

Peanuts