"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

22 May 2012

Wings.

Doolittle, When The Wind Had Wings (detail), 1994


A broken song beneath the snow, the echo of a soaring joy, a shape in the mist, a touch in the rain, in the wilderness you come again ... you tell us what we used to know... you speak for all the free wild things whose ways were ours when the wind had wings.

- Bev Doolittle

See the whole image here.

Thank you, Michelle.

No comments: