The Whipsaw Wonderment of Diffuse Abrogation

I have no idea.

The back gate to Hell.

When the moon is full and snow’s on the ground,

I don’t need a torch to walk the dogs around.

Can you see him?

Apparently I’ve done over 500 posts now, so maybe I’d better shut up eh?

Somewhere in space.
Scales of the ice dragon.
Jet!
Somethings out in space.

Done with a variety of cameras and a variety of tricks.

 

 

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