Nicole Page-Smith, photographs
One is always reminded of Christ
Birds flying through the air. God flies with the wind and the spirit wind is god. The birds ascend to the treetops flying towards the last light in the clouds and chirp loudly to sleep. The descension of sleep. Night descends the earth and we await another day. Birds fly and flying in their dreams they sleep and dream of flight, the ascension of the birds.
Birds, fly.
Flying, birds fly. Darting about birds fly, the swallows fly about in pairs. Flying, darting and swooping, their forked tail looking majestic while their black body describes an all too human need. One is always reminded of Christ.
