hand of God
A rare chance to be the divine agent. This fledgling faltered into an inescapable dark place. No possibility for self effected escape. Then, lo! A hand, a huge featherless being, transport, the outdoors. Another day!

Author: WmX

I stumbled off the track to success in 1968, started chasing shadows that summer. Since then, In addition to farm-laborer and newspaper photographer my occupational incarnations include dishwasher, janitor, retail photo clerk, plumber, HVAC repairman, auto mechanic, CAT scan technologist, computer worker and politico (whatever it takes to buy a camera.) I am on the road to understanding black and white photography.