“You shall make a veil of blue and purple and scarlet material and fine twisted linen; it shall be made with cherubim, the work of a skillful workman.”
I do not mean to make light of the Book for I find the changing tapestries wrought by the setting sun fitting to carry any faith. How can man compete? And the Exodus? It is a comfort to know as the color leaves me behind it is chasing the sun around the world.
It’s Blue Hour somewhere, even as I type.
These were shot the same night I shot “Invictus”*, February 18th and I have posted them sequentially. Those crazy squiggles of the bottom shot were the last shot. The westward procession was breathtaking. And I’m still here.