Here we have another image that was
originally posted at
Trail of Breadcrumbs, but I feel like this one is just creepy enough to fit in here at Zombie Bites. I don't know if it's because I've watched
The Thing
too many times, but there is something about a snowy landscape that
fills me with an innate sense of dread and fear. I guess it's that life is minimized in that climate. Most everything is either
asleep or dead. So who are these figures come across the snowy wastes?
Are they the sleeping or the dead?
Who goes there?
Here's a recent quick emotional graphite sketch. I wanted to do something more with this piece, but it never expanded beyond this simple image.
The day had started overcast and temperate, but a heavy wind had blown in from the west around lunchtime. The trees shook and swayed all afternoon as the cold air had settled in. By evening, the sky was mostly clear except for a thicket of clouds to the north. Now the last vestiges of clouds struggled to maintain their forms against the harsh cold gusts. Glen watched several smaller puffs just above the horizon dissipate as they slid across the sky. The sun had begun to set, but he had one more task before heading back to the house. He turned his Jeep onto the dirt road that led to the north ridge pasture.
A quick note to let you know that I've just uploaded a fresh set of links to the Writing gallery. I have also added several new sections: Short Stories, World Building, and Poetry. Check it out and let me know what you think!
Thrones of control
