I debated posting this image for several weeks. Sometimes images stay with me far beyond the moment they appear during the daily edit. Car bombs or disasters, so many images we view show sadness and devastation, but the way the photographer framed the victim's legs among the upturned earth and mess of roots and debris helped to give me a peaceful feeling following the initial shock at this tragedy. It becomes surreal, as if we're looking at the circle of life, and maybe in death we return from where we came? I hate to think of one persons tragic fate so metaphorically, but some days thats maybe how I cope with bearing witness to so many highs and lows of humanity.