This morning found me watching this feather drift down in front of me. I had just heard the song of a mourning dove and the flutter of its flight from my Lily of the Valley tree. My camera was not ready to catch the image in mid descent but the backdrop of the blue chip gravel in my driveway defined it quite profoundly...soft as a feather, hard as a rock. Yin and Yang. (My cell phone takes the best macro pictures.)
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