Captured within the handsomely tiled foyer of what appears to be a museum, the hulking bulk of a mounted tyrannosaur skeleton fills this picture, standing poised upon a circular plinth with its massive head lowered and jaws parted.
Facing the camera, its tail coiling into the dimly lit distance, and the skeleton's pedestal bordered by faux greenery, the fossil serves as the backdrop to a bald child who stands in the photograph's foreground.
Posed with their arms shielding their face and mouth open in a mock screen, the youth huddles close to the floor.
The diorama's dramatic effect is partially spoiled by the grin that's lighting up the child's face.
With the aid of a blue pen, somebody has inscribed the picture's rear.
"Every night, I thank God.
I thank him for sending cancer to take you away.
I thank him for saving you from having to see the end."
Facing the camera, its tail coiling into the dimly lit distance, and the skeleton's pedestal bordered by faux greenery, the fossil serves as the backdrop to a bald child who stands in the photograph's foreground.
Posed with their arms shielding their face and mouth open in a mock screen, the youth huddles close to the floor.
The diorama's dramatic effect is partially spoiled by the grin that's lighting up the child's face.
With the aid of a blue pen, somebody has inscribed the picture's rear.
"Every night, I thank God.
I thank him for sending cancer to take you away.
I thank him for saving you from having to see the end."