Sunday, February 19, 2012
Life cycles ...
A beautiful shell, eroded over time by winds, sand and water. A feather, fallen from some majestic bird. A fallen bird. Lives that were. What remains ... what remains is still beautiful, still useful, will return to the earth and be reborn, reused, in some form. Gives hope, gives meaning, to every age.
(Watercolour on Arches, 8" x 10")