I find this scene to be a beautiful rendition of a point of contact with the numinous/ineffable/radiance/etc. of life being aware of itself, and consider it to be a still life worthy of the term. I have watched deer and elk grazing in the late hours of the day, look up at the sunset and gaze upon its descent, and I imagined myself being one with them in being impacted by the radiance of existence breaking in upon us during the humdrum, same old, same old, everydayness of the day. We look up and are transported to another level of reality. To another reality. Radiance. Numinousity. Ineffability. Booms us out of this world into that world, just like that, out of nowhere, unexpected, without warning, and then it's gone, leaving us with the memory of its passing, and the dream of its hoped-for return.
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The memory of warmth, forever.
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