Swans


I love birds. I always have. On a significant day, when I was about 19, I took a polaroid of a white goose which took on mystical properties. I have a tattoo of a bird. Again and again, birds in the sky appear in my photos. I absentmindedly doodle bird-like shapes when I'm talking on the phone. I always pick up stray feathers as I find them. 
So it wasn't too surprising that when I had this old film developed, forgotten shots of swans were on it. 

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