The Wild Symposium Nature gathers for a wild symposium, a festival of feathers and fur; the birds chat with the bees and the trees offer their wisdom, a tale spun in the sunlight.

We are but observers, mingling, as the sun melts into the horizon, a playful blush across the sky; watch as the day captures the night, a dance of shadows and light, an eternal celebration of life.

• Francis Picabia