Photographs taken by Walter Schels and Beate Lakotta of individuals shortly before and just after death. I have no words. Absolutely astounding work.
Lines from Seamus Heaney’s poem Clearances VII come to mind:
Then she was dead,
The searching for a pulsebeat was abandoned
And we knew one thing by being there.
The space we stood around had been emptied
Into us to keep, it penetrated
Clearances that suddenly stood open.
High cries were felled and a pure change happened.
(Heaney, Clearances, VII ll 8-14)
