A white feather
I was just about to return home after shooting surfers and children playing on the beach when I saw it.
A white feather on the sand.
By the time I pointed the camera at it, the sea breeze already shifted it a bit.
I can not explain what drew me to capture it on camera, but for the next hour or so, I chased feathers on the beach, lying fully dressed on the sand shooting them.
The next day, the words 'soul bird' came to my mind. Looked it up on the net and found Michal Snunit's beautiful story about the little bird who lives in our soul, closing and opening the feeling drawers.
And it all clicked together.
My obsession with shooting the little birds looking for food in the receding waves, the instant connection with the feathers blowing in the wind.
A reflection of the soul.
Our most inner part, the one that stays quiet in the middle of the stormy sea. The one constantly looking to feed herself from the experiences our life waves throw at her.
The sensitive one. The one we need to nourish and protect.
This is how 'the soul bird' series was born.
The soul bird