Sable

“Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.” — Donna Tartt

Sand and black. Two meanings carried in one word, both true at once. These skies hold that same duality: the mineral warmth of a desert horizon, clouds the colour and weight of dunes moving across a landscape that has forgotten rain. Something has just happened here, or is about to. The air carries that specific stillness that follows violence or precedes it. Ancient and indifferent. Beautiful the way dangerous things are beautiful. Completely, and without apology.

A warm desert-toned Alberta sky, the clouds carrying the weight of dunes. Shown with the white signing border.
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Sand-toned Alberta cloud, ancient and indifferent. Shown with the white signing border.
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An Alberta sky suspended in eerie stillness. Shown with the white signing border.
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Alberta cloud like dunes crossing a landscape that never sees rain. Shown with the white signing border.
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A powerful, ancient-looking Alberta sky. Shown with the white signing border.
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An Alberta sky at a tipping point. Shown with the white signing border.
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