You can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree.
Then a taller tree. Then the sky.
That’s how you’ll end up … If you let yourself love a wild thing.
You’ll end up looking at the sky.
We were over in Holland today, in Zeeland, on a couple of their emptier beaches.
I love photographing birds in flight. And so I did.