Monday, November 19, 2007

Feathers






















When you see me
Fly away without you
Shadow on the things you know
Feathers fall around you
And show you the way to go
It's over, it's over.
—Neil Young

Dark before 5. We're into the holiday season now and there's no turning back. Only looking into the more subtle beauty of transformation from the end of one thing into the beginning of another.

1 comment:

Laurie said...

I love that photo!!