Sunday, August 23, 2015


When he opened the sixth seal, I looked, and there came a great earthquake; the sun became black as sackcloth, the full moon became like blood, and the stars of the sky fell to the earth as the fig tree drops its winter fruit when shaken by a gale.
—Revelation 6:12-13


Clockwise from upper left: (1) filtered sun over the Mima Mounds Natural Area Preserve; (2) filtered sun at sunset; (3) match-and-hand "dragon" and night setting on the camera; (4) blood-red half moon at twilight.


The sky is filled with haze from the wildfires that are devouring Eastern Washington. The sun is hazy orange throughout the day, blood-orange at dawn and dusk. The half moon is blood red. The dragon hunts in the night.


Sometimes the world just feels apocalyptic. Sometimes it isn't even a recognizable violence. Sometimes it is quiet and still. Sometimes it seethes.

Sometimes it is less "unveiling" and more small, near-silent voice.

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