Shortly after the funeral for her only son, Queen Pirouette went on a pilgrimage to her favorite shrines in the Kingdom. The first cloistered community that she made contact with was the Brethren of Christ. They wore brown, hooded robes with wide sleeves so that when the clasped their own hands, they would disappear within the woolen cloth. The aftermath of Prince GarGar’s death was terrible to behold, especially in a soul as light-hearted as the Queen’s.
Published by Russell Smith
I was born at the American Hospital in Neuilly-sur-Seine, France. I find inspiration in the lives of so many people from Joan of Arc to Oscar Wilde. While my primary avocation is photography, I also enjoy philosophy, theology and most of all, history. My beloved wife, Robin Anne Smith, who passed away in 2013 is an inspiration to me. My beloved partner, Dana is also a great support and inspiration to me. I'd be remiss if I did not mention my cats: Maxwell, Nigel, Pirouette and GarGar. View more posts