I love the way they can look lit from within, kind of like some people.

few more faire photos

Fear

Looks peaceful, doesn’t she? Hard to believe this is the thing that I fear most of tangible things. So swans are how I face my other fears of the moment that are much less tangible and much bigger. Strange how the mind and heart work.

Why am I terrified of swans? Because when I was five Daddy took me down to Forest Lawn to visit his aunt’s and uncle’s graves. And let me visit the swans. He told me not to stick a finger out and I did anyway.(in typical fashion, he did call me Mary, Mary quite contrary). Anyhoo I was quite badly bitten and bloody and needless to say didn’t get a lot of sympathy from Dad.

Hey it was twice my size and really pretty. Who knew something of such beauty could be so bad tempered?