This one has been sitting around for a while. I thought it was about time to post it. Didn't want to wait for Spring to come around again.
I found the shattered Robin's egg last spring on the sidewalk. I carefully brought it home to photograph it on Erma Kerska's trivet--which is a great textural surface.
The quote came to me later. I guess it's just a matter of what you focus on -- the quiet little life inside the shell, the broken shell, or a bigger life outside the shell (assuming this little bird didn't get eaten).
You can sit and cry over the broken shell, or you can raise your eyes to watch the sun rise, learn to fly and Live Life, leaving those humble beginnings behind.
It is a new day!