Wednesday, August 13, 2008

For The Moon Never Beams Without Bringing Me Dreams...

Look, it's something different:

This is, more or less, a view of the sky I had from my backyard the other night. I thought it looked cool, so I decided I'd paint it.
Make of it what you will.
Once again I'm really tired and fading fast. Snored myself awake on the couch while nodding off watching The Simpsons.
I don't really have anything of note to write about anyway.
I will mention, though, that the title of this post is from the poem Annabel Lee, by Edgar Alan Poe.

1 comment:

Merlin T Wizard said...

Very nice, almost eerie. I like the mist in front of the moon, it's lit up just right.