"I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness."
"But imagination has the wings of an angel of light and travels safely through and over the seas where we have been shipwrecked, the darkness of which our illusions are lost, the precipice whence our happiness has been hurled and swallowed up."
The Nine Gates of death.
-from Sabriel by Garth Nix
(c) Laura Tolton
This is a rare meteorological phenomenon called a skypunch. When people see these, they think it’s the end of the world. Ice crystals form above the high-altitude cirro-cumulo-stratus clouds, then fall downward, punching a hole in the cloud cover.
Gabriel Dawe’s Plexus No.19
I saw one of his installations in Fort Worth a few years ago. So beautiful
Umbrellas Street, Portugal.