Moon shadows, long and dark across the snow; the branches of the forest all intertwined. Enough light not to stub my toe before ever I flipped a switch. I flipped it off again. The snow crunches underfoot. The Morning Star watches me as I make my way to work. It's cold, but the White River is still liquid; a negative image.
A young friend wants me to post some drawings here. It's not much, but this is something I've been playing with lately:
Nice drawings, dude! I really like that you're drawing on the maps. I've been looking at highway structures for years. Something about all that concrete and the patina it acquires over time.
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