snow monster tunnel
Three or four inches of snow fell on our part of north Fulton county yesterday and last night. We played in it some last night, but this morning we spent several hours sled sliding snow ball fighting. The snow packed really well, and all of the kids were rolling huge snow balls for forts and snow men. Fallie spent about forty-five minutes rolling this three foot diameter snow ball and then patiently hollowing it out. Originally, she wanted to make it large enough to crawl through, but as she removed snow, the pine straw and sticks started to look like a monster to her. When I asked her the name of the piece, she said it was Snow Monster Tunnel. Most of the snow has melted since this morning, but I wanted one last picture of this.
in bed drifting but awake and listening to the footsteps approach until they are on top of me
babo: What time is it?
fallie: BOg!*
babo: What time did you get up?
fallie: BOO!**
babo: Is your sister up?
fallie: No!
babo: Ok, give us a few more minutes, we will be downstairs soon.
(fallie with antlers via brerfly)
*8:09
**8:00
reblogged from brerfly
gratuitous picture of a disembodied mumblelarm
…and so it was until the day a false sun exploded over trinity
The clock is ticking, brothers and sisters, counting down to Armageddon. The worm reveals himself in many guises across this once great land; from the intellectual elite cruelly indoctrinating our children with the savage blasphemy of Darwin, to the craven Hollywood pagans, corrupting them in the darkness of the local bijou, from the false prophets cowering behind our nation’s pulpits to the vile parasites in our banks and boardrooms and the godless politicians, growing fat on the misery of their constituents. The signs of the end times are all around us, etched in blood and fire by the left hand of god. You have but to open your eyes, brothers and sisters. The truth is that the Devil is here. The Anti-Christ, the Child of Lies, the Son of Darkness walks among us cloaked in the flesh of a man. Does the Lord not weep at this degradation? Does He not tremble with righteous fury? And shall he not seek retribution? I open my eyes and I see a black sky that tears apart and screams with a voice that is thunder, ‘Rise up, rise up brothers and sisters and take your place at my side. For you shall be my scythe and your face shall shine like a thousand suns and the streets shall be sanctified by the steaming black blood of the heretics.’ And together brothers and sisters, together we shall build a shining temple, a kingdom that will last for thousands and thousands of years.
This is the moment that Brother Justin Crowe finally comprehends the evil nature of both his gifts and his destiny. He has just discovered that his foster father’s greatest sin was saving Justin’s life. The black orbs that are his eyes become, from this point on, the indication that he is fully possessed by this evil nature.
Carnivàle with its Depression era dustbowl setting was canceled after only two seasons. The writers originally intended for it to span six seasons and culminate with the Trinity nuclear test at the Alamogordo. Floyd and I have enjoyed re-watching the series over the past week, and I find myself wondering how successful it would be if it were being aired now during our Great Recession. Comparisons between these two financial events are common, but re-watching the series in this context has forced me to contemplate the consequences if their similarities are extended into the future.
(image via Carnivàle)
the vulture at the viaduct
glowing eyeball and print (Mumblelard has posted a few nice photos of the prints)
reblogged from brerfly
A Vision of Hell
Leon's Voight-Kampff
The Judgement of Rachael
Eye World (The God of Eyes)
An Eye Emerges from the Icy Crucible
Pris Marked for Death
Roy's Appeal to the Gatekeeper
The Blinding Murder of the Creator
if only you could see what I’ve seen with your eyes
I am sure there have been more dissertations written on this topic than Gan Q has eyes, so enough said.
EOM
(images via Blade Runner)
