Consciousness is a light directed outward, it lights up the way ahead of us so that we don't stumble. ~Excerpt from Dr Zhivago
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Image ....as seen through icy windows. Prints available soon
The indigo blues and blacks hint at the coming sunrise. I shudder in the anticipation and the cold chill of a frosty November morning. As the sun slowly crawls over the horizon, she subtly defines the clouds and hints at the coming day. Her first light passes through the frosted windows and bursts into flames of color and light.