I have a thing for feathers. I’m not sure what it’s all about, but I love them.
Last time I went to the beach there were tiny feathers all over the wet sand.
Many of them had been shaped by the water into ghostly, wispy plumes.
I wanted to somehow keep them exactly like this, and hang them on a mobile above my desk with little prisms and crystals.
But they were wet and covered in sand, so I settled for pictures. Pictures will last longer anyway.