Angel with broken wing?

Yesterday the preschool children at Heather's school were delighted to find bits of charred wood in a swept pile, and immediately set upon the back of the tennis court wall with their found art materials. I could not walk on past this wall today... I found it thrilling, but then I have a diagnosed weakness for charcoal. When one of the fathers saw me taking shots of it, it reminded him to pose his daughter in front of her artwork so that he could get a record too. She is clutching a sweet in her right hand, I think to soothe the transition into the classroom today.