This title probably betrays a lot of things, but first and foremost a romantic, youthful dream called Jonathan Livingston Seagulll. At least it does to those of you old enough to remember.
A dream that you could be whatever you wanted to be as long as you tried hard enough and believed strongly enough. A dream that came true for some of us.
RALLY EACH HEART TO THE SIGHT OF YOUR SILVER WINGS
I made this picture from an almost throw-away shot of seagulls overhead made while I was on the beach shooting surfers. This is the original:
LOST ON A PAINTED SKY WHERE THE CLOUDS ARE HUNG FOR THE POET'S EYE
It wasn't until I started playing with it in Lightroom that the old dream stirred, and soon Jonathan came flying out of the sky. I hope to touch someone else's heart who was as inspired as I was by the story of this lowly seagull.
C&C, please (late addition)