From the smallest detail of a single feather to the immensity of sky in words and photos, I feel joy in the essence of freedom this book connotes. It is a release from worldly cares that the horses galloping through many scenes exhibit, a sense that, yes, the world can provide rest for the weary soul. I find solace that these young voices can articulate such beauty as Ruth Fellows who at 9 years of age writes:
The feather in the stillness That the bird left behind.