This week I captured three moments of flight (or fight!).
This photo was taken on a Sunday from the parking lot of the local Mediclinic hospital. My sun had a bad accident and fell off a jungle gym and he broke his arm in two places. We were not sure of the extend of his injuries. I was distraught. How could this have happened on my watch?
When I looked up to the mountains with my mother heart in great despair, I saw this angel formation hovering above. Immediately I knew: EVERYTHING WAS GOING TO BE OKAY. I said a prayer and grabbed my camera to capture this special formation. Not a minute too soon, as the it quickly disappeared with no further traces of celestial Morse Code.
The last two years has been tough, but somehow I sense that things are starting to take flight again. May we rise, may we soar, may we always believe in our ability to touch the skies with our dreams!