The resigned leopard

The feeling in his eye says that he is not free. (Also you can see a straight line reflected, probably a fence.) And there's nowhere for him to escape to. My point is not that it's wrong to capture wildlife. I guess I wonder if it is still possible for anyone to be free, and what that would look like, other than the fire of strong but false beliefs. The eye is longsuffering without being completely hopeless or miserable.

Does anybody let their heart get broken anymore? Things are so bad that we'd rather just say they aren't.

Maybe they aren't. Maybe there is no "bad," only different. "I like the milder winters," a Wisconsin man confessed.

It's just not the world I'd hoped for. We could have done something about problems I knew about when I was seven years old, other than making them worse. There are more minorities in jail, more chemicals, more trash, more wars, a bigger gap between the rich and poor, fewer species. And it seems like less, not more, will and commitment to change. Next post will be about where the glass is half full...