And through the drifts the snowy clifts
Did send a dismal sheen;
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken
The ice was all between.
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
PART I: THE WAIT
Lying prone on an unforgiving bed of powdered ice, kneading his bad hip with one gloved hand as he squinted through a shifting curtain of CO2 sleet, Lawson reflectednot for the first timethat the environmental extremes werent the hardest part to deal with. Not the crushing pressure, nor the bone-deep ache of the relentless gravity, nor the stinging lash of the dry ice particles that was diminished
Your gallery is truly jaw dropping material ! ---AND your overall imagination and skills are amazing and awe inspiring! Wow, so much to see in your gallery that I am automatically now a watcher. AMAZING, AMAZING--OUTSTANDING STUFF!!! Keep up your good work. It's been a while since I've seen such cool sketches. The color ones are even more mind blowing.
Oh, I'm sure I will at some point...I kind of cycle through different phases of creative interest depending on whatever inspires me at the moment, so I'm sure I'll do more along those lines eventually.