In the moon’s dying light
Added 2021-10-17 06:15:09 +0000 UTCThine eyes glow’d in the glare
Of the moon’s dying light;
As a fen-fire’s beam
On a sluggish stream
Gleams dimly—so the moon shone there,
And it yellow’d the strings of thy tangled hair,
That shook in the wind of night.
– from a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822)
PHOTO: Like the photo of Mosh I shared some time ago, the color palette for this image was inspired by the pinup paintings of Vargas.
