The flight of a bird is an inexhaustible source of enchantment, connecting the sky and the earth. 

The bird is our master in freedom, transcendence, and contemplation. It embodies our angels and demons, our desires and fears, echoing an ancient splendor whose signs and path we have lost. In the marriage of bird and light, we are dazzled as if facing an Icarus who does not burn his wings but gently leads us into the heart of the sun, so close, within us and around us. Without birds, the entire sky would be extinguished.

Like the tree, it teaches us an art of communication unimaginable to our narrow minds. The migratory bird initiates us into unknown languages that streak through the air all around the earth. 

As a child, with the window wide open, I imagined myself as the conductor of an orchestra filled with birdsong. That wonder is still there, intact.

To photograph a bird taking flight, one must wait, wait again, gently become one with its plumage, subtly sense when it will take off, and capture the grace of the moment. By photographing the bird, I humbly gather a part of the world's beauty and take flight on my inner journey.