The cold earth slept below;
Above the cold sky shone;
And all around,
With a chilling sound,
From caves of ice and fields of snow
The breath of night like death did flow
Beneath the sinking moon.
The moon made thy lips pale, beloved;
The wind made thy bosom chill;
The night did shed
On thy dear head
Its frozen dew, and thou didst lie
Where the bitter breath of the naked sky
Might visit thee at will.
– from a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822)
PHOTO: Sometimes my models and I just engage in play. Kate had shaved her hair off, so we decided to play with the idea of turning her into an ice and stone alien creature.
Michael Scott
2022-05-03 17:27:33 +0000 UTC