The legends says… two wolves are hunting the sun, if they catch it… the other one is a legend, a memory of a battle field in England. Battle of Mortimer’s Cross. I bet you do not remember that. LOL Who does?! Two roses…
“Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun;
Not separated with the racking clouds,
But sever’d in a pale clear-shining sky.
See, see! they join, embrace, and seem to kiss,
As if they vow’d some league inviolable:
Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun.
In this the heaven figures some event.” William Shakespeare
Sun dogs, mock suns, phantom suns… in fact simple parhelia/parhelion, but not here. Not on my photos of course. There was no halo, only my camera which decided to make everything differently.
But to tell me what? So I started to paint… with gold… somehow, I needed gold.
But still, those suns… In fact? Meaning what? Because my weird brain sees premonitions in everything. Callings or just short infos. But now, here… what?