Syl Scrunkly

". . .On the second day, he declared that he needed a rock.”

“A . . . rock.”

“He hopped out of the wagon and found one, then he hit himself on the head with it.

Did it three or four times.

Came right back to the wagon with an odd grin, and said . . ."

This little scene keeps making me laugh so I had to draw it

The art of Japanese illustrator Nagaoka Shūsei (1936 – 2015)

Winter Nocturne by Mariusz Lewandowski

Ominous collection for your viewing pleasure.

No thoughts just “they stood on the walls of the City of Gondor, and a great wind rose and blew, and their hair, raven and golden, streamed out mingling in the air. And the Shadow departed, and the Sun was unveiled, and light leaped forth; and the waters of Anduin shone like silver, and in all the houses of the City men sang for the joy that welled up in their hearts from what source they could not tell.”

lets roll up with mama

“Abandon hopelessness, all ye who enter here.”

— G.K. Chesterton