Wednesday, November 28, 2012

night...



Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.    -Antoine de Saint-Exupery


7 comments:

Paul Boocock said...

Love the image and the quote, I like the night time.

cafe selavy said...

All things become. . . .

sarahgren said...

I love this angel, and I love her shadow even better! :-) XOXOXOX

Rhonda said...

So do I...

Rhonda said...

The shadow is more interesting than the angel...I think!

Rhonda said...

certainly!

browland said...

beautiful !!!!! night, shadows, light, and words!!! night, truly a goddess!!!