Modern life make us fit into her matrix. Golden wall or not we bend and curve in the palm of her hand and some of us forget who we were or are.
In rare occasion we awake and reclaim ourselves, spread our wings again, fit in nature more than culture.
How come the world “Nature” can carry so many meanings within its glow: frame, caliber, baring, but direct itself to temper, personality, essence even spirit.
My Gods don’t exist but each of my prayers are answered.
The Raven's Nest 
wonderful composition… …living colors… ..and everything is so tangible
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Love the message in this post. To me, it seems the farther we move from nature the sicker we become. The image is mesmerizing with the golden glow of an industrial scene and the classical overlay of a mans back. Our hard work and enterprise takes us ever toward our fate.
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A new prayer to old gods or an old prayer to new myths.
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Perhaps we should try both.
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Yes nothing to loose…and we may meet new world titans
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Stunning picture.
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