For Tuesday, December 6, 2016:
When an animal, a rabbit, say, beds down in a protecting fencerow, the weight and warmth of his curled body leaves a mirroring mark upon the ground. The grasses often appear to have been woven into a birdlike nest, and perhaps were indeed caught and pulled around by the delicate claws as he turned in a circle before subsiding into rest. This soft bowl in the grasses, this body-formed evidence of hare, has a name, an obsolete but beautiful word: meuse. Enticingly close to Muse, daughter of Memory and source of inspiration.) Each of us leaves evidence on the earth that in various ways bears our form.
Sally Mann, HOLD STILL: A MEMOIR WITH PHOTOGRAPHS (via brainpickings.org)