White Feathers

by Gail Horvath

What is it about finding feathers that is so much akin to the treasured discovery of a lucky penny or a four leaf clover? We bend over, pick it up, examine its unique color or pattern, imagine what kind of bird it came from, stick it in our hat or release it back into the wind. Even a plain white feather holds potential for a bit of magic...

— Gail

Ginkgo

by Gail Horvath

Do you ever say or write a word over and over again until it loses its original identity and meaning? Sometimes I lose myself in cropping, duplicating, rotating, flipping and repeating an image with an interesting shape or pattern. Just to see what might come of it. As you can see, this form of play has the potential to create an image that is quite magical — and well beyond my imagination. — Gail