Thursday, January 22, 2009

awaken

Ice buries the fields.





Nola grows restless.





Do you hear it?





Do you smell it?





It's a rumbling from underground.




His slumber is fading.





Soon he will rise.




For good, or for evil.









Oh, he's here for evil.



It's almost groundhog day.




And LakeRykertis back.

1 comment:

Rowboat Abides said...

hahaha, sounds like the pecota from the dugout.