The Look Of Death

I was walking across the plaza towards the "Showmobile", on the right in the background, looking forward to the night's jazz concert, when I noticed this fledgling bird. It must have fallen out of a nest in one of the palm trees. The ants had already eaten the eyes, and about all else that was edible under the feathers also. In the fast fading light I got down on the ground and quickly fired off a few shots.

My first thought when I looked at the pictures was to crop this one on the right and on the bottom, but then I decided that I liked the pattern of the stones, the sweep of the curving lines, just as it is. I'm holding a rolled up concert program in my hand.