Her straw-colored hair, as soft as the witchery of the day's first light.

Rhinestone gloves are all the rage in convulsively hot climates (and so chic for the hectoring heliophile).

"All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up."

Le déluge

hommage à Magritte

Beth's cluster of hearts

Erythrina crista-galli: The Coral Tree

for you

My beak always makes such sharp shadows.

Such beccal considerations are frequent in self-conscious birds and, as it turns out, gawky teenagers. Luckily, most feathery homeowners don't give a hoot (i'm speaking figuratively, since the literal sound of the late-on-his-mortage-payment owl certainly crossed your mind) about light and shadow.