The Mood – Pixelventures


My face says Sunshine, my soul says Darkness.

Done for Bastet’s Pixelventures.


~ by Oloriel on March 12, 2014.

9 Responses to “The Mood – Pixelventures”

  1. Such a profound description..I cant decide which i like more, the picture or your words.

    • Thank you very much, Pamela, but I would love it more if the picture would have a more beautiful, instead of the somber meaning, for you!

  2. Beautifully breath-taking…and fits the prompt perfectly…know that feeling!

  3. The light in the picture is so beautiful, i cant stop staring at it! Darling, you always amaze me.

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