I captured these swan sculptures again in one of my journeys.
They stand as silent guards, do not tell any stories, and I still hope that one day they will speak … so not only have I photographed them, but I also said that they were beautiful.
Somewhere I read that we must be good to a stranger because he can be an angel dressed as a stranger. Perhaps that unfamiliar angel will caress you when you will have to drink a bitter sip of the existential loneliness’ well.
And later or sooner, it will happen as we all know: we are born and dying alone, sometimes we live alone, or even lonely, though in the crowd…
I wish you that the strangers-angels would speak today and say something meaningful in the right direction.
© Fortune, 2009
Do you believe in guardian angel?