Sekhmet

“Yet there are secrets within secrets - always. ”

D.F. Wallace, The pale king.

The stirring of Aspen leaves And the wind, heavy with the sweetness of October aster And the way it all falls to silence

I know this cold, as it knows me That clarion silence of winter, where all things must come to end

Night meeting - Ferdy Remijn

Quiet Winter Woods, with Moon (a collaboration with my brother, the Pilot :))

Snow Blown #2 by Matt Anderson

Please look at the stars. | daisukephotography

The sky throbbed and pulsed with light. The glow sank quickly off the field; the earth and the hedges smoked dusk. As it grew dark, a ruddy glow came out on the hilltop, and out of the glare the diminished commotion of the fair.

Gold inlaid kindjal dagger from the Caucasus, 19th century.