As a boy I wandered field and mountain, desert and ocean, forest and the icy reaches at the top and bottom of our world, and each place I found was another mystery waiting for me to discover. One day I found a silver doorway set into the side of a tall mountain. There were such detailed carvings of moons and planets and stars and all those things beyond our own small planet that I pulled the door open without hesitation, and within was the infinite apeirogon. I traveled the apeirogon on the back of a moonbeam I had rescued from the Land of Shadows. In time, I came to the Crystal Universe, and there I live to this day, writing of all I have seen.
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Comments (13)
bakapo
Mysterious and cool. I love how this glows.
brain1969
awesome atmosphere
Paulienchen Online Now!
ein sehr schöners Bild gefällt mir
starship64
This is wonderful work.
Radar_rad-dude
Very interesting other worldly look to this one! Most interesting and arresting! Bravo! Well done!
UteBigSmile
Fantastic looking image Wolf!
MarcoCraine
Another really atmospheric monochrome there. Great job. 👍
uncollared
Beautiful
jendellas
What a place to be, careful.
eekdog
all he needs is a fiddle , super job on the atmosphere.
kharnes
Heroes came to my mind, invasions front window and back door, then it's going through the roof-top! :) Good work on this!
donnena
you excel at these images!
anahata.c
it reminds me of the old E.European legends of musicians and dancers on old rooftops, playing and dancing into the night to transcend the dark chapters of their lives below. (The tale for "fiddler on the roof" came from such legends...and Chagall painted such figures over and over, coming as he did from old Russia...) This image reminds me of that, even though Jack isn't a musician per se. He's instead a child in repose, no doubt from his endless journey through the alleyways of his life. (Forgive that phrase, lol---alleyways of life: It just came out---sorry if it's way trite!) Great play of light on the dark roof tiles. And I love the moon back there, emerging like a revelation. The rounded tower tops speak of 19th C and before---even if it is a modern village. Wonderfully evocative work. Love what you're doing with blacks and whites...