I really, really, really like the night sky. Borderline fetish, really.

About this image

After traipsing over the entire countryside of Skyrim, I finally made it to Windhelm to give Mr. Lamecloak an axe. He gave it back. So he's a rebel and a re-gifter.

This shot was the only good thing that came out of that.

An aurora would've made it better, but oh well. I also stopped a serial killer, if that counts for something.