Went to the World Press Photo exhibit with Dave yesterday. Go if you haven't gone. Saw an overhead shot of little ballerinas in floating tutus running down a staircase, which I've seen online from Dave's blog before. But seeing it in real life was nicer. Kept remembering the pic of a man who jumped out of the World Trade Center in NY. He was diving head down, arms to his sides, flaming wings of fire on the back of his white shirt. Morbidly, I wondered why he didn't flail. Not the best composed shot by far, but he reminded me of a modern day Icarus, whose wings got singed when he flew too close to the sun.