"There was a damn silly bird called a phoenix back before Christ, every few hundred years he built a pyre and burnt himself up. He must have been first cousin to Man. But every time he burnt himself up he sprang out of the ashes, he got himself born all over again. And it looks like we're doing the same thing, over and over, but we've got one damn thing the phoenix never had. We know the damn silly thing we just did. We know all the damn silly things we've done for a thousand years and as long as we know that and always have it around where we can see it, someday we'll stop making the goddamn funeral pyres and jumping in the middle of them." -Ray Bradbury

I could talk about the inherent symbolism in this picture, but I'm not going to. I will just say that I love this image. If you guys can figure out why I love it so much, high fives all around.

Photo courtesy of 8-year-old Reed (a.k.a.: Kite Master) whom I met on the beach last Friday... and yes, this is a photograph (ok, ok, John Beale, photo illustration...) and the bird is a kite.