Welcome Monday, Nov 26 2007 

So this isn’t my first post, but all these up until now have been copied over from my old blog. So now that that menial task has been completed, I figure it’s time to actually tell you what’s up.

This blog has come to be because my previous blog-partner has refused to do anything in the two or three months that we had our blog together, and now he has basically said that he doesn’t ever plan on doing anything. Therefore, I have asked someone else to join me. New partner, new blog URL, new blog. But it’s still basically the old one. :)

So all say hi to BRose! I’ll bug her to get something up here. ^__~

Shadow Colossus Fan Art Monday, Nov 26 2007 

Yo~!

This was me messing around with color. I really liked getting in there and coloring for once. It’s been a while since I did that. It’s also been a while since I did any fan art in general, so that was fun too.

Hope you like!

complicated color, simple lines

HAHA Random Story-Project Thing…? Monday, Nov 26 2007 

This was for a class of mine – make or take a scene from a story (an exterior scene) and model, shade, and render it. Pretty fun! I had a lot of fun making that story below~~! (It still cracks me up)

The pic was done in Maya…

Shiny

I look out today over the still water, hearing its distant chuckle beneath me – far beneath me, under this old stone bridge. I have passed here every day, every week, every year since… I don’t remember how many years it has been now. Fifteen? Twenty?

My mind drifts back to what it was like when I first moved here, when the place I now gaze upon was loud and boisterous, bustling with the activity of the factory workers. Old automobiles parked on the side of the street; men in overalls leaned against the walls smoking, enjoying a brief break; others, children, roamed the streets, yelling and running, skipping stones on the water below, climbing the lamp posts.

I blow on my hands, autumn’s chill starting to seep into my bones. I hear this place is now destined for re-development. These old factories, with their blank windows and stoic faces, torn down and replaced with shiny new buildings with their gaudy lights and raucous noise.

I lean my elbows on the parapet and look over the river, listening to the silence around me. Before me the sun is setting, sending its last moment’s glorious rays over the city’s buildings and onto the water. Here, the city seems so far away. The bustle, the noise, the press of modern life just recedes, disappears, and you can finally…finally breathe.

It is a normal place, but an abandoned place. No one bothers to come here anymore, no one walks its roads or clutters the view. It is alone, quiet, solitary – and beautiful. Here, where there is only me, even if just for a while, I can forget the heaviness of life. The sun reflects off the surface of the water, like a ray from God’s hand to me, comforting, shining like a ray of hope. I feel my shoulders relax in this still atmosphere. I can forget the pressures of work and home and family.

Here. Just for a while…just for the moment…just…be.

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