The evergreens hang like icicles looking to dip into the swamp of sky below them. A gull in flight over the murk. The reflection of our world in shallow lake, a smear of colour in somersault view. If only it could hold us as we tried to walk across. It's a place for a bird's eye, for those who live above the truth. Each wing flaps a secret for us to parse.
Photo by Kristian Jordan
http://www.flickr.com/photos/dawntraitor/8387669469/in/photostream/lightbox/
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