I rather you have a good mind than a cute behind.
Maya Angelou in “I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings”
In her book about art, independence and spirit, “If You Want to Write,” Brenda Ueland tells this story:
A caged bird in spring knows quite well that he might serve some end; he feels quite well that there is something for him to do, but he cannot do it. What is it? He does not remember… Then he has some vague ideas and says to himself: ‘The others make their nests and lay their eggs and bring up their little ones,” and then he knocks his head against the bars of the cage. But the cage stands there and the bird is maddened by anguish.
“‘Look at the lazy animal,’ says another bird that passes by, “he seems to be living at his ease.” Yes, the prisoner lives, his health is good, he is more or less gay when the sun shines. But then comes the season of migration. Attacks of melancholia.
“But he has got everything he wants,” say the children that tend him in his cage.
He looks at the overcast sky and he inwardly rebels against his fate. ’‘I am caged, I am caged, and you tell me I do not want anything, fools! You think I have everything I need. Oh, I beseech you, liberty, to be a bird like others birds! But I should be very glad if it were possible for you to see in me something else than an idle man of the worst type.”
Powerful Goddess Portraits 
Mar 22, 2012 @ 04:30:13
Awesome pictures here (and on the whole site). I’ve just picked up my first DSLR and am in that stage of shooting everything and still experimenting. These pictures are just great, and a solid inspiration.
I like your style, and how you manage to make non-explicit scenes look and feel to erotic and sensual. Great work!
Mar 22, 2012 @ 11:22:32
Can you see me grinning with your appreciation?
Thank you for the cheerful comment and enjoy the experiment… all of life is. 😉
xoxox
Mar 25, 2012 @ 13:05:42
For all of us January 1st brings the new year. I prefer to think of Spring as the new year beginning. The longer days, the warmth of the sun on our faces. The finishing touch for me as I walked outside last night to gaze at the stars and the new moon, I heard a toad croaking in the creek. Yes, the birds as they are now able to forage for the seeds without fighting the winter. New feathers or perhaps revealing attire….beautiful, birds of all types.
PS…A bit of irony, as I write this it is lightly snowing. A quick storm passes by. No matter to the animals though. I look down at the horses as the play, disregarding the temporary lack of sun.
Mar 25, 2012 @ 22:59:54
Sounds like paradise to me, Mountain!
Thank you for sharing the beauty where you are…
xoxox