I found these little angels frozen in eternal play on the face of a well in the classical revival gardens of the Elms, a former summer cottage of a Pennsylvania coal magnate now in the hands of the Preservation Society of Newport County.  The cottage, or should I say mansion, is now a museum and I was part of a self-paced tour.  So I was not the first visitor to have discovered them, nor was I the last.  I was immediately drawn to the sculpture and the discoloration that had developed on their faces.  Their forms were so young and underdeveloped, yet their surface was old and corroded.  They were clearly beckoning me to play with them, but were unaware of what time had taken from

 As I focused my camera lens onto their faces, I began feeling uneasy, as if I was capturing them in an act more sinister than what I saw with my naked eyes.