I was closing on the tower. It was round with a pointed roof cap a good four stories above me. It was completely black but not like dirty stone streaked with ages of dust storms and polluted air, no it shined in the tepid moonlight reminding me of obsidian. No, it was obsidian and the surface was covered with ancient words. As hard as it was for me to believe, the tower looked to be one single piece of stone carved into this shape. As I approached, it loomed overhead shining black like the natural glass it was. This tower had been forged in the heart of a volcano and born perfectly formed just for this purpose. The writing had been etched with painstaking accuracy onto the tower’s glass surface then fused with a power that made the
Where I’m At
Christmas looming and I’m still back in October. I just get stuck there every year. I love days in October when the wind is blustering about and stirring up leaves and making a mess of the world. It reminds me of my mind.
100 in 365 version 2.0 – Limited Edition
The Limited Edition is now out.
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Only 99 copies available so don’t wait too long. Each copy is signed and numbered.
100 in 365 Version 2.0
Today the draft of 100 photos in 365 days is done. As with all things, there is some editing I want to do before I call it and start on the book. Go take a look by clicking…
In The Region Where Madness Dwells
Warning: This is the start of a long story I’m working on. It is probably R rated due to language, nudity, violence and other mischief. It’s a horror story. This is a Draft. What do you want? It start like this: The Night Crawlers – chapter 1 “We were hungry before we were born. Uncover your […]
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