Today I looked into my bowl of favorite found items. It occurred to me that I might not have these items, nor the bowl itself, if a death had not occurred. It was my mother's favorite salad bowl, she died long ago. The trees died for the bowl. Of course the inhabitants of the shells are dead, the horse wearing the horseshoe is likely dead, and the potters who made the pots, seen in pieces, have long since died. There are some arrowheads in the bowl, hard to see, but they surely are implicated in death. The seed pods are full of seeds.
I'm loving the juxtaposition of death and life. And you are bringing new life to it all by gathering them together and also sharing them here with us through creation. I am reminded of how we all live on through remembrance and carrying. "The seed pods are full of seeds."
Yes, all these lovely creations celebrate life in some way, even when death is a part of the expression. Jan, this writing and photo remind me of one of my favorite African motifs: Sankofa, the crane twisting its neck around so that it can pick up in its beak the egg (sometimes seed) resting on its back. . . . before moving forward.