A shining patch of buttery spring light illuminates the bear's left eye. Where once there could only be heard the low end rumbling of a beasts slumber, there emanates a lazy grumble. The eye opens with a start and the quarter sized pupils dilate in to focus on the bright light. He is AWAKE!
Yet another winter has been weathered and due to my not having been born at the turn of the TWENTIETH century i must keep up my internet presence. I have art and pictures and sketches to put up ... that require a good internet connection to upload.
more to come because i've been tired of waiting.
