He stands beside the water with the setting sun at his back, his pose deceptively casual. Between his hands clouds begin to gather, a roiling reflection of the sky above. In their midst a spark of sunlight ignites. It grows steadily in intensity until a golden orb burns; the wild energy of the stars compressed into miniature form. The sun sinks closer to the horizon. Glowing striations cross his face as the gathered energy is absorbed. To what use will it be put?
This is an entry into Cee’s Oddball Challenge. I took this picture a couple of years ago when visiting Whitby with my nephew. As you can see, the photograph didn’t work quite as I intended but I found it such a bizarre flaw that I couldn’t delete it! The picture also doesn’t quite fit the descriptions in the passage – his hands are in the wrong positions and the expression on his face isn’t quite what you’d expect from someone performing such an ‘energy gather’ – but I couldn’t resist linking it with a little magical, mystical scene. I hope you like it.