Feathers and ashes

Falling like ashes,
Borne aloft by summer fires,
Then set gently down.


....... noticed a cluster of feathers in the grass this morning .... too sad to think of where they came from, so I just photographed one. I was thinking about how feathers float in the air like the smuts of ash you get from a bonfire...
Then came the news of the fire at the Glasgow School of Art .... so upsetting to think of this wonderful and iconic building being destroyed.... Though it will no doubt be restored it will just become a replica of itself ... a tragic loss.

Lost too, the students art work... heartbreaking for them, especially juts before their degree shows.

Thankfully no-one was hurt.

A sad day.