Seeing Angels

Tonight I began reading again Madeleine L'Engle's book on being an artist titled Walking on Water.
In the first chapter she speaks of our losing the ability to see Angels. This is another one of those photographs you are compelled to take, you do, and the reason you did is not revealed until later, in post processing. In the sky, the lovely face of a cloud angel, bending down to take in the fragrance of the flowers below. The seen, yet unseen, something L'Engle say as we grow older, we lose.
I know when I had little two year old Nathaniel, my grandson with me, he was constantly pointing to the sky. I would look hard to try and glimpse what he was seeing. I am sure that he was seeing angels coming down for a closer view.