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