Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Day 350 – Drifting.
A gentle breeze moves through the stands of her hair as she stands on the cliff. Black clouds sit on the horizon. Flashes of light move across the sky. Clouds ring out and echo through the valley. She continues to stand soaking up the elements, rising skyward. Where does she go? Smoke can take on so many different forms, and because I kick started the imagination yesterday; totally using my artistic licence today. So what can you see?