The other morning I was walking the dogs as usual and out of the sky fell a beautiful, single feather. Actually it spiraled down as if by magic, no bird in sight to see from where it fell. It was as if it had appeared out of thin air, very otherworldly indeed. Which is probably partly why I'm so enamored with these lovely paintings of feathers by lauren gohara. So beautifully composed and crafted, they capture the delight of a singular feather descending from the sky.