I don't usually post photo manipulations, or other work besides renders here. But, I just thought I would share this image, and another part of the kinds of things I do. This image was an assignment from my digital imaging 2 course. I was to find an article, commentary, or poem at the New Yorker magazine online. HERE THE BIRDS’ JOURNEY ENDS by Mahmoud Darwish Here the birds’ journey ends, our journey, the journey of words, and after us there will be a horizon for the new birds. We are the ones who forge the sky’s copper, the sky that will carve roads after us and make amends with our names above the distant cloud slopes. Soon we will descend the widow’s descent in the memory fields and raise our tent to the final winds: blow, for the poem to live, and blow on the poem’s road. After us, the plants will grow and grow over roads only we have walked and our obstinate steps inaugurated. And we will etch on the final rocks, “Long live life, long live life,” and fall into ourselves. And after us there’ll be a horizon for the new birds. (Translated, from the Arabic, by Fady Joudah.) http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2008/08/25/080825po_poem_darwish ~Stacey~