The stuff of stars.

"Out there in nullity."

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Holiday essentials

Danse of the three caffeines. 

The Great Skate

More Christmas card fare.

Westward leading.

Snow-shoeing across the starfields. 

Canis Minor, Monoceros, Orion, Eridanus--to be exact. 

Spun sugar.

With a sunset by-product. 

Seasons Greetings

from our burg to your burg!

Big Rock Candy Mountain.

With a seasonal taffy twist. 

More Hulda...

...in her winter get-up.

Ahoy.

Ship of Muspell.  Dodging the bergs.  Bringing the heat.  Minus the fingernails. 

Bargain.

crones and stones. 

Happies...

...to the littlest goblin.

Stalkers

Halloween brainstorming.

I am the wind blowing through your hair.

Whenever the moon and stars are set,
     Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
     A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?

Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
     And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
     By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.

RLS

Tea for the amphibian.

"Wine for the woman who made the rain come."

"No wise fish would go anywhere without a porpoise."

The Lobster Quadrille will forever, now, be set to Massive Attack's "Karmacoma."  Just give it a try. 

Queen of Hearts

I've been seeing her everywhere.  Had to shake her.  Onto paper. 

Third of Three.

gruff. Gruff. GRUFF.

Gruff 2

Billy the kid. 

Gruff.

Eyes as big as dinner plates. 

Heigh. Ho.

In mining territory.

Door.

Our door to nowhere has me filling in blanks. 

Hybrid.

Something, something, something.

Little Birdie.

Indulge your delusions of grandeur.

Centuries old.

Resisting the urge to tint these briars rose.

March winds

and April showers.

Is it Bernard?

A little crooked, but isn't that always the way with promises made over spindles?

Kiss that frog.

To me, always the most disagreeable of heroines.

And again.

Insomnia in pastel. Part 3.

Part 2

Minding my peas and quilts.

I can't get no sleep.

The Firebird.

Not quite ablaze. 

Apt.

The best passage from Andersen also happens to be one of the most wintry.

Racing turtles.

More tortuga for you.

Sakes alive, son.

A Morla morning.

Ivan to know.

Trying to imitate Bilibin, it just ended up looking like a paint by numbers.

Season's eatings.

 

Sugarplum.



 

 

Waiting and watchful.

Little'uns.