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At the Angle of the Flame

This is the first full day of autumn.

The equinox came and went last night 7:54 PM, what here is now already virtually full dark. A hint of red still limned the horizon of the western sky, but you would not have called the moment anything but night.

Today, the sun is bright and brilliant, red fire at dawn turned amber, then silver as Father Sun scales the peaks. By midday, his light will be a blinding shade of white, a color less seen than felt. As the afternoon wanes, he will dress himself in a revolving array of shades in the moments before he retires for another night: from white to silver; from silver to gold; from gold to amber; from amber to crimson fire.

In this place, at this season, the day rises and rests at the angle of the flame.

It’s a perfect season for today’s featured work, itself one of fire and flame set at angles to the earth, and to the fall of the light. From its description in the Rings Gallery here on the site:

The Square of the Sun Ring

The sun is no more square than the stone, but both make it possible to believe in a world with four corners. Wings summons angles at the square of the sun and the spirit of this ancient light in this ring, a sharply angular, yet high-domed rectangle of blood-red carnelian set upon a band of hammered silver light. The band is cut freehand in his signature scalloped design, then hammered by hand to give it a shimmering vintage look and feel. The carnelian cabochon, glossy and slightly translucent, hints at hidden depths as it rests securely in a scalloped bezel. The band is 1/2″ wide at the widest point and 5/16″ across at the narrowest point; the stone is 3/4″ long by 1/2″ wide (dimensions approximate). Sizeable. Other views shown at the link.

Sterling silver; carnelian
$525 + shipping, handling, and insurance

It’s not only the light itself, of course: Now, the mountain slopes are turning and burning fast, trees green only days ago now gold and scarlet and bronze. So are ours, too, even down here at the foot of the peaks — gold tassels in the willows, patches of bronze in the aspens, the elms already coral and the vines edging into scarlet.

This is the season of long shadows and sharp angles, of light low and bright and impossibly intense, of a world embarking on its final harvest dance, its final visual and visible feast before the snow flies.

It is a time of fire: in the hearth and in the heart, in the skies and in the spirit.

It is a beautiful, wonderful, breathtaking time to be alive.

~ Aji









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