he house was on rain, and there was dead inside. The last child of the deceased before. Canine distemper virus has ripped him off. Like a homeless drifter suicide, leave with no message.
Two weeks earlier they were entrusted to a veterinarian together with other strange dogs. Out of the city, attended the funeral of a shepherd. Thousands of tears spattered down. To him who did not bleed. Not until the tears dried up, and moist again with the next death. The first was the last female dog. Mother of all. Died on her fifth pregnancy, together with five babies in her womb.
So that’s how it all happened in that November. Human being. Began to more realize when all things has gone.
The rain is ended, but the haze lingers on.
Gregory Rusmana (b.1990) is an Indonesian photographer who born and living in Solo. He pursues his vision in photography by records his personal experience in the space between his mind and the world he lives with many questions. The world with its own reality and his mind with its own anxiety.