Morning has broken #3

So now I should hear me saying I’m free. For what? The cage we had built wasn’t gilded, those bars were rusty at times, but made a frame. Look at my wings; they’re stiff and curled up, I could spread them and fly. Or fall.

[gloria jones]

Great capture of light and shadows...Great story line...

[Claes]

Poetic words that fit the image just perfectly.

[bkb in the city]

Very nice shot

[Zap!]

Very nice shot and words....a poetic comment to your picture!

[Rachel Withey]

Love the shadows

[Saxa van Eijnsbergen]

love those words with the image

[Joan Robillard]

Cool

[Chris Johnson]

Awesome light and shadows!

[Junko Y]

Your image and narrative invoke self-reflection on life.