For Maud…
The Sacred Rose and the Guns of Love
William and Maud
I am haunted by numberless islands... – WB Yeats
Walking by the shore at dusk,
air leaden with a faith in words. Continue reading
The Sacred Rose & the Guns of Love
Author: winterSmith
Work
At my desk…
…like the masses of lateral masonry
The masses of the lower hills are laid over and against their sides, like the masses of lateral masonry against the skeleton arch of an unfinished bridge… – Ruskin
Downtown Denver…
INCASE OF FIRE O NO SE ELEVATOR
Self-Portrait
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