Fatal Wings

August 11, 2006

Ah, if it weren't for her torn wing, we wouldn't see the iridescent blue hidden inside.

We bruise. We tear. We break. We fly. We shine.

Posted by susan at August 11, 2006 9:00 AM

Shine on, dear!

Posted by: dan at August 11, 2006 2:46 PM

Shine and FLY!! The bruises and tears just make us more human and loveable. Stunning photo. Words that bring tears to my eyes.

Posted by: janet at August 11, 2006 3:52 PM

Our greatest wound is also our greatist gift.

Posted by: Mark W. at August 11, 2006 5:57 PM

Wow. It's so true on so many levels. Cool.

Posted by: Wandering Willow at August 12, 2006 9:20 PM

so, so beautiful.

Posted by: kellyrae at August 16, 2006 9:23 PM

yes we do, and fly in delicate happiness called life! Beautiful combinations, your words and images bring!!!!

Posted by: tongue in cheek at August 21, 2006 10:31 AM

I read the comment by MARK W. I couldn't agree ore, I tried to email him to say so...to no available address...so i am writing it here.

Posted by: tongue in cheek at August 21, 2006 10:35 AM