Queen Michelle becoming dappled foliage. . . Queen Michelle dissolving like a ghost in the hazy afternoon sunlight, blinding with her fierce feathers. . . I have reblogged so that if you're lazy you can see what I'm talking about here. If you want to venture to the Kingdom, sally forth from here.
This last shot makes me want to pull a Clothes Horse and quote Wordsworth:
-But there's a Tree, of many one,
A single Field which I have looked upon,
Both of them speak of something that is gone:
The Pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat:
Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
from Ode (Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood.)