I must fly!

The element of Air... not, in truth, the easiest thing to photograph. And in tiny form doubly so. 

We see things because of the vibrations that strike them and are reflected into our eyes; sensors which themselves only see a small part of the vibrational spectrum. Air does not reflect light at frequencies our eyes can detect and therefore is, for all intents and purposes, invisible.

I had a go with some incense smoke, and failed utterly. In all the building work I can't find a single tube of bubble juice, and so another fail there. However, there are the creatures of the air... and this feather refuses to be grounded - suspended on a spider web, it drifts in the breeze, remembering flight.

Air, over in the East of our circle, is the essence of intellect, of communication, and of foretelling... and the flight of the hawk, at dawn.