For a time, over a period of a couple of years, while out on my daily walk, I would pick up scraps of metal, usually rusted, that I'd find on the road. I gathered them up and kept them in messy piles and gradually assembled various bits and pieces into rusty angels. I had thought to frame them and make an exhibit, but my sister-in-law tied them all into a tree in my yard last summer so they could fly and dance in the wind. They weren't meant to withstand the elements, due to the glue I'd used, but some have survived.
This is one of the more elaborate ones.
I have heard that everyone has at least one angel hovering near,
some perhaps more battle worn than others.
PS. For those who were wondering, here's the link to the angels in the tree.