Friday, April 17, 2009

Nestled in Pine

It was a trip to the beach, and yet this tender scene in the parking lot caught my attention. A fallen feather had nestled into the fingered embrace of the pine. It looked so safe and serene in it's wispy sweep as the April winds blew by.


  1. Beautiful. I love that you were able to capture the caprice of the wind. What a careful, artful eye you have!

  2. Thanks Megan. Sometimes when all you can see are the cracks in the pavement, a gift of beauty seems to blow in from the wind and everything makes perfect sense.