A group of pine trees glimmered among the lowly lit bare trees. They looked spectacular. I walked over to get a closer look. Each pine needle looked like it had hundreds of microscopic stars that would transverse back and forth. I could see them oscillate in brightness as they moved along the pine needles. Some of the baby stars seemed to travel back to the branches. It was acting like a secondary circulatory system but instead of blood, light traveled in the veins. I took a few steps back to gaze at the conifers. They looked like the most gloriously light Christmas
Adam thought his piranha was dead
It wouldn't eat anything it was fed
He reached in the aquarium to to pull it out
It refused, the zombie fish would only pout
Until it heartily enjoyed uncle Ed
Question for the watercolorists out there:
How often do you clean you palettes?
Never
After a series of paintings
After finishing a painting
I can't go to sleep if my wells are not wiped cleaned and sanitized.