A bird does not sing because it has an answer.
It sings because it has a song.
Chinese Proverb
At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me.
Close the language-door, and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.
Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.
Victor Hugo
I’ve been busy playing with the birds! The branches are my own photographs, digitally collaged with textures. The little bird in all three pieces was a nuthatch that flew into Trudi’s studio one day and wanted to stay. She has kindly shared an extraction of the nuthatch for download. Thanks Trudy, this little sweetie was just what I needed!
Thanks for visiting…I’m so glad you came.
Play well and be kind to one another.
