In my mind, this photograph is the turtle dove to:
Tearing his eyes from the empty place in the sky where the sun had set, he stopped stumbling back by years and ran, vaulted through centuries. The letter he had torn in pieces lay on the morning air for an instant, was caught, spread up over the ground and blew away from him like a handful of white birds startled into the sky.
— W. Gaddis
(Source: valuska, via thouartgolden)