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Ah, the celestial ballet of the heavens on the 19th day of September in the year of our Lord 2021! On this most auspicious evening, the moon, in her resplendent glory, graced the night sky with a visage that was nigh unto full. The lunar orb, in her waxing gibbous phase, was illuminated to a splendid 98%, casting a silvery luminescence upon the earth below.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the moon ascended in the eastern firmament at precisely 7:03 PM, her ethereal light bathing the world in a soft, otherworldly glow. Throughout the night, she journeyed across the heavens, her visage growing ever more radiant, until she reached her zenith, a beacon of celestial beauty.
The moon, in her waxing gibbous phase, was a harbinger of the full moon to come, a promise of the lunar cycle's inexorable march. Her illumination, a testament to the sun's unwavering embrace, was a sight to behold, a reminder of the delicate dance between light and shadow that governs the cosmos.
In the constellation of Pisces, the moon found her home, her presence a symbol of sensitivity and perceptiveness. The night was imbued with a sense of mystery and wonder, as the moon's silvery light wove a tapestry of dreams and reveries, a fitting tribute to the celestial grandeur that has captivated the hearts and minds of humankind since time immemorial.
Yet, amidst this celestial splendor, the earthly realm was not without its trials. On this very day, a forest fire raged in the Sierra de Bahoruco, Dominican Republic. The flames, driven by the capricious winds, devoured the verdant landscape, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. The fire, though not of a large scale, caused concern among the populace, as the brave fire brigades toiled tirelessly to quell the inferno. The Ministry of the Environment assured the public that the situation was under control, yet the scars left upon the land would serve as a somber reminder of nature's duality—its capacity for both breathtaking beauty and untamed fury.
Thus, the night of September 19, 2021, was marked by a juxtaposition of celestial wonder and terrestrial strife, a testament to the ever-changing tapestry of existence.
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Lugar de Observacion: Lugar de captura /Taken: sierra de bahoruco, Pedernales, Dominican Republic.
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Swamp Harrier
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These birds have a zero tolerance policy for humans and with incredibly perceptive eyesight, they can be gone down the reedbeds in a momemt.
This one was working up the reeds and as soon as it saw me, it turned away.
Black Vulture seen along the way sitting on the roof of this little old farm house that has sat vacant for about a year now. As we drove by a group of about a dozen were taking baths in a little creek that runs in front of the house. They would come out of the water and find a spot to spread their wings to dry in the morning sun. It's interesting that they pick this rather odd spot and come back to it; I've seen groups of up to two dozen using this creek.
The Black Vulture is a magnificent creature, please take the time to watch them, read about their symbolism and learn their history.
Happy Slider Sunday - HSS
(A bit of the process in the first comment.)
Chopped up Texture I think by Lenebem-Anna
Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'maybe we should just be friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.
It helps to get early morning photos if your internal alarm goes off anywhere from 4-5 a.m. My wife and I were up before sunrise earlier this week to get a ringside seat to what these cows and their calves were seeing. I am sure they do not have any idea where Canada is but their suspenseful environment was due to the smoke from fires there drifting over parts of Minnesota.
As we were stopped alongside a gravel road taking in the scene, the person in the seat beside me wondered aloud if I thought the cattle ever take notice and communicate to each other about a sight like this. I was at a loss for words.
I don't know how long these smoke mornings will occur in our area but the magnificence they produce is well worth savoring. There is a scientific explanation why the sun looks so much larger during times like this.
Here's a couple of statements from those who study this stuff:
"When particles, such as smoke or dust, fill the atmosphere, the longer wavelengths of light — which look red — scatter more effectively."
Regarding size: "It doesn’t actually appear larger, but seems that way when seen in the same field of view as large objects or the horizon (the same perceptive illusion makes the full moon seem larger when it is near the horizon.)”
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
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Ah, the celestial ballet of the heavens on the 19th day of September in the year of our Lord 2021! On this most auspicious evening, the moon, in her resplendent glory, graced the night sky with a visage that was nigh unto full. The lunar orb, in her waxing gibbous phase, was illuminated to a splendid 98%, casting a silvery luminescence upon the earth below.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the moon ascended in the eastern firmament at precisely 7:03 PM, her ethereal light bathing the world in a soft, otherworldly glow. Throughout the night, she journeyed across the heavens, her visage growing ever more radiant, until she reached her zenith, a beacon of celestial beauty.
The moon, in her waxing gibbous phase, was a harbinger of the full moon to come, a promise of the lunar cycle's inexorable march. Her illumination, a testament to the sun's unwavering embrace, was a sight to behold, a reminder of the delicate dance between light and shadow that governs the cosmos.
In the constellation of Pisces, the moon found her home, her presence a symbol of sensitivity and perceptiveness. The night was imbued with a sense of mystery and wonder, as the moon's silvery light wove a tapestry of dreams and reveries, a fitting tribute to the celestial grandeur that has captivated the hearts and minds of humankind since time immemorial.
Yet, amidst this celestial splendor, the earthly realm was not without its trials. On this very day, a forest fire raged in the Sierra de Bahoruco, Dominican Republic. The flames, driven by the capricious winds, devoured the verdant landscape, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. The fire, though not of a large scale, caused concern among the populace, as the brave fire brigades toiled tirelessly to quell the inferno. The Ministry of the Environment assured the public that the situation was under control, yet the scars left upon the land would serve as a somber reminder of nature's duality—its capacity for both breathtaking beauty and untamed fury.
Thus, the night of September 19, 2021, was marked by a juxtaposition of celestial wonder and terrestrial strife, a testament to the ever-changing tapestry of existence.
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Lugar de Observacion: Lugar de captura /Taken: sierra de bahoruco, Pedernales, Dominican Republic.
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(Cut to a view of the sun riding low over the ocean. Cut to Caly in her bedroom, she's already changed into black clothes, and a long, black jacket. She pushes a panel in the back wall of her closet and a compartment is revealed. She pulls out several objects just as her father enters the room. She faces him, clearly conflicted because he sees what she's holding.)
Darren: Hey, Caly. Sorry, the door was cracked so I figured it was okay to pop in?
Caly: I'm sorry. I was in a hurry. I didn't notice that it didn't lock.
Darren: You look like you're going somewhere?
Caly: You are correct. (slips the assorted devices into various pockets of the coat)
Darren: I wondered what you kept in there. (nods at the open panel)
Caly: You knew about it? (Darren nods) And you didn't look inside?
Darren: If it was something I needed to know, I figured you'd get around to telling me.
Caly: I appreciate your discretion.
Darren: When will you be back? (Caly looks at him) Will you be back?
Caly: That is my intent. (she takes a step toward the door)
Darren: Can I --? (pauses and they gaze at each other) Just in case whatever it is you're doing doesn't work out the way you want it to. (pauses) Can I say good-bye to ... my daughter?
Caly: (tilts her head) I have underestimated your perceptiveness.
Darren: (smiles) Well, you sometimes miss with the way she talks, like just then.
Caly: (nods then suddenly breaks into a smile and rushes to hug Darren) Don't worry, Daddy. We're the good guys. I promise.
Darren: (smiles as he tears up, hugging her tightly) I know. You're still here, so you must be.
Caly: (draws back) Sorry, gotta jet, but we'll do the heart-to-heart later, 'kay?
Darren: (nods) Okay.
Caly: Love you, Daddy.
Darren: Love you, tigress.
Caly: (reaches the door and pauses, looking back at Darren) I will strive to return her to you. (and they give each other a single nod, then Caly exits)
(to be continued)
Thank you to the cast!
Darren: Dean
Caly: TB
Caly's costume and hair designer: Bailey
Things are going well. One of my contacts made the perceptive comment that when I'm not doing too well, I put up photos of Mount Fuji.... She was right. This is one from the archives, but I'm putting it up because the colors and bokeh show how I really do feel right now. Things are better. My roof is fixed. I'm creating a path forward to fix up and sell my house and move into something smaller (and more leakproof!).
I'm heading off to Omaha tomorrow. Looking forward to meeting InsatiablySassy and Travelinjim. Will post shots. Possibly from a bathroom. :)
I thought about using the perceptive tool in darktable to fix the leaning trees but didn't want to mess with the actual leaning fence. Anyway.... I just did that and wow it does mess with the fence way too much so the original here stands as in Aspen stands.
As Ross W, my perceptive flickr friend notes, must have been quite an individual to be so "Compelled to Build". And actually, he's totally correct as the widow of Tom Every was there, telling tales of dark nights in the middle of nowhere watching as her husband toiled away.
That is the Tea House his fictional Dr. Evermor the Victorian inventor designed so that Queen Victoria and Prince Albert may observe the launching of his Forevertron into the wilds of outer space.
The site is totally free, but donations are definitely encouraged, plus she sells some wonderful T Shirts that fit 7-year-old girls just perfectly...
I encourage a L/F11 zoom to this baby to soak in the marvelous detail of these things...
Shri Muchala Mahaveera Ji Tirth, Ghanerao Road, Ghanerao, Rajasthan, India - 900 years old Jain Temple
Energetically respond to God. Follow the path He blazes. God's message can be as obvious as a message spread across a building, or softer than the sound of water in a small mountain spring. The perceptive blind lady – Hellen Keller – noted that we cannot perceive everything with our senses. “The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart”.
God's voice resonates loudest in the heart. Some hear, some never do. King David counsels that we seek the Spirit's guidance along out paths. "Teach me how to do Your will, for You are my God. Allow Your good Spirit to guide me on level ground, to guide me along Your path." Psalm 143:10
Each of us is on a journey, from darkness into light. Providence sends brothers and sisters to assist us along the journey. Providence enjoins each us to jump in some boat, to help brothers and sisters to paddle along their journeys.
CS Lewis reflected that we cannot see light, for through the laws of nature and limitation of eyes ”we do not truly see light, we only see slower things lit by it, so that for us light is on the edge – the last thing we know before things become too swift for us. A wise and perceptive blind lady – Hellen Keller – noted that we cannot see everything with our eyes. “The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart”.
John wrote of gift that allows us to see the unseen, to travel as swiftly as light, to let the heart speedily propel us on our journeys. “Before the beginning and beyond the end shines the Eternal light. The light fills the heavens. The light births creative forces within the cosmos. The light finally comes to mere mortals. It pursues the depths of darkness, it fills murky bottoms. The light will not be extinguished; rather it brings victory over the darkness that otherwise plagues the human heart.
In early morning, embark on your journey, a pilgrim leaving muddied shores with an azimuth set for bright horizons.
Putting the threads together
Thank you Tony, for your perceptive comment -it prompted me to make a title change :-)
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In 1982 an Australian rock band named Goanna wrote a song that must be one of the most important ever recorded in this country. It reminded us that we are living on land that has been sanctified by human habitation for more than 60,000 years. It is solid rock and it isn't going anywhere.
This photograph captures something of that meaning as natural processes have shaped the very patterns we see in this rock formation today. But as I looked at it on a Bruny Island beach recently, I was conscious of the fact that other more perceptive eyes had looked at this same rock centuries ago.
Goanna - Solid Rock (Official Music Video)
My awesome husband got this cute Jian tree + owl for me. I really can't remember if I told him I loved owls, or maybe he's just very perceptive. Either way, he's a wonderful man <3
I would like to go off with this image of Matrioska in shapes of shakers for the weekend. I think these shakers are cute. They resemble much like a father and his junior to me – perhaps the right image as a tribute to Father’s Day.
Speaking of Father’s Day, it’s actually the last thing I would anticipate on its arrival and most of the times; it passes me by without a hitch unlike Mother’s Day. It is supposed to be a day of commemoration and celebration of Dad but I forgot that I am actually one of them. Maybe it is due to the main job function of a father is to guide and protect the family members, bestowed as a figurehead if you like – so much so, the “manliness” of fathers makes it less likely to expect an honor in return. It is more on having to shoulder responsibilities successfully rather than credits to be vouched for. And if it really has to be commemorated, let it be regarded as a mark of respect only.
Having said that, it doesn’t mean it is a communal representation of all men. Perceptively, I also do succumb to the basic principle for such facilitations of our fathers when looking at a broader gamut. Of which, in a wider spectrum, Father's Day is actually a day to honor not just actual father, but all men who have acted as a father figure – whether as stepfathers, uncles, grandfathers or maybe godfathers but I am not too sure on the status of “Sugar Daddy” though.
I grew up without the mould of a father figure in shaping my life when my father passed away since I was a baby. Never knew how love and care from a man called father feels like. Long ago, I dreamed of having kids on my own and I determined to incessantly compensate them with what had been deprived from me when I was little.
And being a father is fun, to say the least.
Well folks, wherever you are at this weekend, whether you do observe the day or not, just take a minute of your time on this Father's Day to ponder about those special men in our lives and what influence they have on us. Better yet, go tell them how special they are to us.
Happy Father’s Day!
P/S: I was touched by a short essay written by my daughter two years ago when she was 15. I wrote about it here, "The moment when the mind of your child is read"
LARGE View On Black
At the point where one can't be loved any longer, one,
resentful of swimming against the current and too perceptive
of its strength, hides himslef in perspective.
J. Brodsky
I have decided not to place my images in groups for awhile. Thank you for your understanding by honoring this 'PLEASE NO INVITE' message. ;-)
Now she is into Graphics, animation, magic, D&D, MTG, archery.
She says that her Tools of the Trade are: 3D Max, Flash, Photoshop and most importantly PENCIL.
Full frame, imbedded butterfly image with PS.
Yufen* -- thanks for your super perceptive comment. The little girl has grown and still in a dreams and magic worlds of her own. This shoot, as I mentioned here before, was very memorable for her and I posted it because she just recently mentioned it. You just gave me an idea for me next post… so pls. come back in a few hours.
and a huge wow and thank you for this poem on the butterfly pix
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Little Vietnamese Butterfly
A little Vietnamese butterfly
Is marrying my son.
When I saw them together
I knew she was the one.
She is very beautiful
Not only what you see
But in her mind and her heart
Her soul is kind and free.
This little Vietnamese butterfly
Will be eighteen today.
I wish her very happy
Much more than I can say.
So little Vietnamese butterfly
May all your dreams come true.
My son was very lucky
The day that he met you.
Dr. Ho Ben Minh
Osiris Toe Tip and Nail End Freshly Fallen from Isis’s Collection in Glasgow on a trip to a Parking Meter and Back NEVER ask please without recourse to an endless Stellar Shimmering Summer Night from Dusk to Dawn and Some Startling Stark Hours of Winter Solstice Celebration of Dawn to Dusk in a Cromlech, please unless as stipulated it is less traumatic to never ask.
There is an overdose of 11 pictures presented here. Few will see them all and fewer still read this description humbly exhorting you to see some pictures from each of the differing sections as detailed thusly,
2 Distinct Groupings distinctly discovery finely found to be 11 in Total.
5 Toe Pix, 1 in Much Millennia#d Mould-O-visioN.
6 Prettier Pix for your Perceptive Peepers Relief after Toe Trauma.
Of which 6 there being 4 Flowering Formations above The Toe and 2 Perfumery Pictorial Pix revealing the tiny magical elixir that may have triggered The Toe interaction so acting as below images in timeline and in causely effect.
These are not my usual sort of out spurting, well I think not and then I remember that there is some yes to answer along with the no and so also I state that these feature nicely in with some of my edited extravagances.
This both a normal day and as well at the same time not the normal that seems a life away til it returns.
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Proverbs 17:24 “Wisdom is the focus of the perceptive, but a fool’s eyes roam to the ends of the earth.”
I’m sure a few photographers can appreciate it is sometimes difficult to find excuses to get to the locations you’d really like to shoot. My family likes to go camping, though as the sun goes down, they’ve come to expect that I’ll be increasingly scarce. I’m sure they even suspect my vote on locations is motivated by the night sky options. And that’s just because they are perceptive.
I do appreciate their acceptance of my compulsion! I do try to share it with them, and they are definitely good sports about it. I wanted to do something a bit different, and include them some way. This portrait is the result. I can’t blame them for not being very interested in the night sky this evening…despite appearances (I hope!), this is a composite. The sky was quite overcast when I shot the portrait portion. And the Milky Way wasn’t due overhead for many hours past dark. Good actors though, huh?! As it turns out, the sky only cleared up like this a little before 2 AM—I didn’t even wait out for it, just setting the equipment on a timer. I’ve included a time-lapse linked through my website: www.mattdomonkosphoto.com/blog
We were camping at Quemado Lake in New Mexico. It is a pretty remote location within a dark sky preserve. We’re also up at about 7500 feet—that explains the jackets despite the high daytime temperature.
Peace and Cheers!
Even at this distance I can see the tides,
Upheaving, break unheard along its base,
A speechless wrath, that rises and subsides
In the white lip and tremor of the face.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882), The Lighthouse.
A tribute to Martin Parr (1952-2025)
"Photography is the simplest thing in the world, but it is incredibly complicated to make it really work." - Martin Parr.
When I made this triptych recently I had in mind the work of Hiroshi Sugimoto. [You can look up his work if you choose.] But when I learned earlier today of the death of Martin Parr on December 6, I just had to make this a little tribute to him.
Martin was the foremost interpreter of the English social landscape. He, along with Don McCullin (b.1935), had claim to being the greatest living British photographers. For more information I've provided some links for those who want to learn from the master of social documentation. There were no special tricks in his photography, just a most perceptive eye for quirky detail, wonderful colour and compositions. Pure photography.
To call him a street photographer wouldn't do him justice. No, Martin was more than that, a genuine sociologist with the camera. This instinct for social history led him to create the Martin Parr Foundation, dedicated to promoting the best of British photography. But most of all from I've heard, he was a jolly good bloke. We will miss him.
To our friend, Martin Parr.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFDHLCNO-K8
In 2024 a full length documentary film was made called, I Am Martin Parr
www.youtube.com/watch?v=60-EJ6RCiTE
A full interview with Martin Parr about the art of photography.
"First priority is to make an entertaining picture." | Photographer Martin Parr | Louisiana Channel
Taken from outside a dolphin pen in the Honduras. These dolphins were communicative, playful, powerfully agile, smooth, gracious, perceptive and strong. Their entrapment in the murky water of their pen was disturbing. Free dolphins often come to check in with them when they pass by on their way to the crystal clear and endless space of the ocean.
This very perceptive comment (see below) almost uncannily decodes my intention: "To my eye the blurred gazelle and spotted land are just as alluring as the cheetah transfixed on possible prey. It's like the hunter is having a dream, a perennial dream of a predator, and the picture amounts to a piece of art. Exceptional vision of classic suspense."
Mara means "spotted" in Maa, the Maasai language. You can see those spots in the blur of the hillside in the background. They're the widely-spaced date trees, Balanites aegyptiaca.
abandoned radio factory.
the first digital attempt. shot in spring 2012 with friend's panasonic DMC-FZ20, when my film camera was already unfunctional. this model didn't have option of shooting raw and the image quality was quite unsatisfying. converting to b&w and desizing helped a bit.
from the description of the workshop:
"Vilnius Sound Locations is a site specific workshop which deals with phenomenon of spatial memory of the place.
As in many cultures believed, each activity including thought resonates in space leaving a trace. Some traces sustain for seconds other for longer time and some seem never to leave a place. These strong spatial resonances play significant role in how we act in particular places. They also shape phisical architecture of spaces. By acting with open mind, deep concentration on presence and awareness of surrounding we are exposing ourselves to the flow of spatial memory, thus becoming both mediums of the past actions and true actors of the real moment.
A group of participants in given time explored indoor spaces using a set of simple tools like mallets, bows or anything found on location to discover sounds of the place. Listening and playing builds up personal relation to location and group. These acts of sound making manifest conscious presence and involvement into particular moment of timespace. There were no certain rules or premises on what and how should be done. All ideas arised exectly on sites. Buildings that house in space with its memories as a large instruments sounded for themselves.
This workshop practice is not intended to develop any form of postmodern art. It has to be visioned rather as meditation that opens perceptive capacities and blends inner and outer spaces into one, with care as deep as each one devotes."
some sounds from those four days are used in this recording:
soundcloud.com/user-antirealist/antireality-beekeeping-gh...
“Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.”
- Samuel Ullman
This is from a series Cory and I took in April. I never posted this one and I just came across it again and was remembering that great day and how fun I thought this photo was. I adore red (shocking, I know).
I've been thinking a lot about what it means to be young and starting out and trying to find your direction in life. Some days are much easier than others. Some days I know just who I am and that I have made all the right choices and other days I feel that I have thrown myself into an abyss that I can't climb out of.
I guess it's just the perils of growing up in this constantly changing world...
Explore # 8 on September 13, 2009... Thank you everyone :)
OH GO ON, but really go on
went to an art/photography exhibition at my school for my sister: i still wish i could paint. but i am glad that i do photography.
it's amazing how everything i want to do with photography is impossible. i'm really bothered.
especially since they're not even perceptive or amazing ideas.
what is all that noise, chauncey? I can hardly hear the fawning TV news.
your constituents, sir. they're outside the walls.
here to pay tribute to their favorite leader, no doubt? it does my heart good to know that they love me so.
I am not so certain they are here for that, sir.
oh? how do you know, mr. smart guy?
um, just looking out, or really at, the windows, I guess.
well aren't you the perceptive one.
not at all, it's pretty obvious, actually.
Ce fut un choc à la découverte de ce superbe bâtiment tout droit sorti du romantisme du XIXe siècle. Konstantin Mráček s'arrogea le droit de construire un château miniature le long de la Moldau (Vltava) histoire de défier le château historique de celui qui aura la plus belle vue. Dans un style assez inédit à Prague, l'architecte se serait inspiré de la renaissance flamande pour ériger cet immeuble à trois ailes aux ornements tantôt carrés tantôt arrondis.
Il servit à de nombreux usages comme repère de peintres (Kokoschka, Trnka) exploitant l'étage attique, également repère de communiste puisque le quartier général de l'armée soviétique l'avait réquisitionné et plus récemment par un restaurant et par des logements. Finalement l'entièreté fut racheté pour en faire un hôtel luxueux tout en lui ravalant la façade.
Sources : Institut de planification et de développement de la Prague (CZ) && Office du tourisme (CZ) && Son futur par Arca capital (EN)
then nothing, nothing. a cloud passes. nothing again. light falls through the window, falls onto me, into me.
moments.
all gathering towards this one.
-jenny downham.
~some relaxation for sunday. hope y'all are having a lovely one. xo
"Simply look with perceptive eyes at the world about you, and trust to your own reactions and convictions.
Ask yourself: "Does this subject move me to feel, think and dream?
Can I visualize a print - my own personal statement of what I feel and want to convey - from the subject before me?"
- Ansel Adams -
Memories of a vacation...dedicated to Caroline
Often mistaken for a flighty young woman, Deyra appears carefree on the surface. However, beneath this exterior lies a sharp and perceptive mind, one that sees through the facades of others and understands the deeper currents of emotion and motive. She carefully masks her true insights, choosing to present herself as more carefree than she actually is, a tactic that allows her to move through dangerous situations with subtlety and ease.
Keenly aware of the growing turmoil within her friend, Serianna, Deyra acts as a grounding force, offering a voice of reason amid the storm of emotions and temptations threatening to consume her. She is both a confidante and a gentle guide, though her patience and kindness are tempered by the knowledge that time is running out to save her friend from herself.
Sisters of Opposing Magic - The Perilous Path By me... if I ever get it finished