Cibachrome, 8 x 10 inches, 1998

In my father's study in our summer cottage in the Finnish archipelago a certain kind of insect called a Jewelwing always dies in droves over the winter. I find many of their delicate green corpses on the windowsill at the start of each summer. Several of these wings were used to repair a plant whose leaves were the same shape as the insect wings.

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