The Egret's Flight #2 tree swallow casting a veil of darkness

casting a veil of darkness over the land

Among the dancers was a young girl whose dream was to execute the fourth position flawlessly on stage

The breeze was more than air

the Egrets huddled together

she would gracefully ascend to the highest branch of an old oak tree

The Egret's Flight #2 tree swallow casting a veil of darknessMigration was hereand before the winds carried it away, the Great Egret let its wing graze the surface of the water that had sheltered it through the seasons. The faint ripple it left behind was a memory in motionof patient hunts among the reeds, of moonlit nights standing beneath the stars, of quiet existence with the marsh itself. It was a farewell, not rushed or sorrowful, but full of gratitude for everything the water had given. Photograph by