Come, my friends,
'tis not too late to seek a new world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset, and the baths of all western stars, Until I die.
Tennyson, "Ulysses"
Foreboding is a very fitting word for this one. I find it just a touch too dark, 'cause I can't see itclear enough..but, wow, it is gorgeous for sure.V
Love the deep colors and well I just like your work.
♫ sandi