feathers: real and fake

If you’ve been to my house, you know I am slightly obsessed with feathers. I have an accumulation of feathers I collected on a small farm where I used to live. Chickens, pheasants, turkeys, quail, and, of course, you’re typical neighborhood songbirds – the more variety, the better. I have so many that when my mom came to visit, she asked me if I was practicing Voodoo. (It could of been the feathers and my collection of bones and skulls…) “No, mom. I’m not practicing Voodoo.” Ha. I just love natural elements! God’s beauty shines through all the wonderful details and variations seen in nature, even those in a single feather.

I’ve reeeaaalllyyyy been thinking about getting a feather tattoo…