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As
you might expect it was windy - incredibly windy - and I had
brought all the gear. Hell nor high water were going to
stop my creative flow.
Of course the
feathers kept escaping and flying all over the beach. I ran
about like a startled gazelle and laughed out loud.
Only a few photos
were useable - so don't be fooled by this illusion of stillness.
I have been
collecting white feathers ever since. When I have enough I'll do
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