Snow Light, Fright Glow and the Slow Descent of It." A Kb Echo Frame (Nascent Edition)
Doodles, oodles and a few photographs combined, wacky and DigiDoodled into a mess of things. It reminds me of my favorite lines of one of my favorite poems by Neruda.
"The same white whitening the same trees, we of that time are no longer the same." Snow clouds, down, up and around it all and a reminder that in spite of that sterile cold, it's soft and beautiful too.
