When photography meets painting – 3
The tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest.
They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate.
The free bird cries, “O my love, let us fly to wood.”
The cage bird whispers, “Come hither, let us both live in the
Says the free bird, “Among bars, where is there room to spread
“Alas,” cries the cage bird, “I should not know where to sit
perched in the sky.”
Rabindranath Tagore – The Gardner (1913)