Rare quiet

I took more pictures of this winterscape, but they're quite similar. I will, however, upload some of the river images as they are gorgeous.

A coyote left those footprints in the snow. I initially thought the tracks belonged to someone's dogs, but a lack of human footprints said otherwise. After following the path of paw prints, I spotted more; this particular individual met up with two or three others, then headed over a stream and into the next forest.

The tracks were so fresh I'd hoped to spot one of the coyotes, but alas.

Plus this, from a different walk with my sister. Treempoline!

-Kez

The rain and scent of newts

Barely alive, currently. But eh.

Decided to to a quick photo study (quick as in 1- or 2-ish minutes, I believe), with less emphasis on the accuracy, and much more focus on what makes a scene look like a scene. Lately I'm haunted by the color usage of my favorite artists; by how they can summarize an entire object in a basic shape + color placement. After all, I'm extremely lazy, so I'm always on the lookout for simplicity in both design and execution.

Humans are fickle creatures, so easily swayed from reality.

Brb, dreaming about dog-driven modern vehicle chariot races, apparently. *shrug*

May the following be with you,
-Kez

Heated snow

Hm? Yeah, no, I have no idea. Enjoy some photos.

Each one has its merits. Pardon in advance for the frozen, goopy-looking dead fungi near the end.

This town is so boring, I only feel alive when I'm lost in it. Feel free to use the textural details in these.

-Kez

A family of Springwood Gree

And a .gif of progress shots..

These guys are so much fun to draw it's addictive.
-Kez

I like bad jokes

Whenever I come up with one, I like to test my crappy new jokes out. Here's the most recent installment of terrible pun humor. Read allowed (heh) for maximum output and be sure to groan at the end!

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A guy walks up to a house in his neighborhood and glares at it. He hates the people living here.

He pulls out a bag full of oregano, and, get this, just yells at it. Screaming insults and jeers, making fun of its mom, the whole shebang. Then he throws the bag of oregano at the house, turns around, and leaves.

The next day, he goes back to the house, but he has a bag of saffron. Again he shouts obscenities at the bag of saffron, and launches it at the house. He turns around and leaves.

On the third day, this guy returns to the house with a bag of thyme. He screeches profanities at it, taunting and humiliating it, then throws it at the house.

On the fourth day, he goes back to the house and sees a new sign on their gate.

It reads "Do not dissed herb."

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Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahohohoooo