Christmas to a Halloween Fan
Is something even a part of American culture if there’s not an industry making profit off of it?
Is something even a part of American culture if there’s not an industry making profit off of it?
Love was as simple as a roadtrip, a burnt home-cooked meal, or a nighttime walk.
The valor of asking questions quickly wears away in the face of evil that demands a response from goodness.
I’ve probably had more sunny Christmases than white ones. And yet, as a kid, it never really felt like Christmas without snow.
We typically draw static models; how the hell are we going to manage to capture anything while our models are busy dancing?
I’ve chased the magic of that game, trying to replicate the environment a few times since.
My mind was debating itself over the theological soundness of holding a raffle for Christmas service.
This utilitarian mindset brought me to the recent discovery of frozen dinners…for lunch!
Nearing the top of the lift, I open my eyes to the blue-tinted night and feel the most alive I’ve felt in a long time.
Artist of the Year—The Department of Energy