This photo, taken on my spring trip to New Orleans, reminds me of a scene from Refuge: An Unnatural History of Family and Place. In Refuge, Terry Tempest Williams writes about the ways in which her life and understanding are changed by the cancer slowly killing the women in her family and the flooding of the Bear River Migratory Bird Refuge, a Refuge she cares for, learns from and loves. Her experience of both beg the question: 'How can we find refuge in change?'
After heading to the Bird Refuge on an especially difficult afternoon Tempest writes:
"I love to watch gulls soar over the Great Basin. It is another trick of the lack to lure gulls inland. On days such as this, when my soul has been wrenched, the simplicity of flight and form above the lake untangles my grief. 'Glide' the gulls write in the sky--and, for a few brief moments, I do."
(quoted from Refuge: An Unnatural History of Family and Place, 75)