ST. VALENTINE'S DAY 49 



into the air, still maintaining its spread-eagleism, 

 occupying a space that seems three times as 

 much as usual, but with an obvious tenuity of 

 substance that makes you think you are looking 

 not at a bird but a butterfly. So with a picture 

 of the amorous wagtail, culled from a thousand 

 to be seen on a fortunate day, I maintain from 

 year to year my impression of St. Valentine's Day. 



