Over the months working on writing the "Spider Dreams" novel I have been developing the evolving cover in multiple painting sessions. This is the video of when it was born. And a couple of the

That meaning, I've gotten back into doing sculptures! It's been a long fifteen some years since my college days I did any real 3D work. Primarily I've stuck to the 2D lifestyle of canvas and paints, or

Part VI: Monster and Servant Present Day: Please note at this point the story picks up where book two has ended. Spoiler: if you haven't read book two, Jack Gemini, the anti-hero drives off after removing

Part V: The Bringer “They used to call it The Devil’s Tower, back in old times.” Roy said walking next to Shuffle and staring into the sky. The sun glistening off his face. “I guess we still refer to it

Part III: Agree to Disagree “Once I find it, I’ll be on my way, Sheriff. You’ll hardly know I was here.” A smirk stains Shuffle’s face. The Sheriff sets down his empty mug. “Is that so. What kind of artifact

Part II: Bar Talk “So, what’s it like out there?” The bar owner asks, filling the glass he just cleaned with water and setting it down in front of his new patron. “I mean, on the other side of the desert?

Claws on walls, Seek prey. In dark corners, A mind bent on oblivion. Hunger blinds the living into ethereal agony. The scratching inside his mind of void and pain will never end. Part I: These Rags Do

PART ONE: Here I am again, Chet Livingston, burn-out, wash-up, one hundred percent loser, not to mention a slight bit over weight. I can’t even do a single missing persons job correctly. What a failure.

“Where the hell is our coffee?” I demanded. “What coffees?” He asked with confused forehead wrinkles. “The one we ordered five minutes ago from the waitress.” “What waitress?” Now his lips were puckered.

Big Bad Wolf, not so bad after all. In the heat and heart of Calico Basin, high up on the Riding Hood Wall, easy to see, not so easy to get to scrambling boulders, sits the three (4) pitch sport route.

I’m serious, a wizard. Maybe not the magic-magic type as in Lord of the Rings Gandalf kind of wizard, or Harry Potter, but more the modern double masters Oxford Rhodes Scholar, tamper with the laws of

"Birdland" A 600 foot, 6 pitch, trad climb with bolted belay anchors in Red Rocks, Nevada. Most climbers call it success after the fifth pitch due to high traffic below and loose rock at the

▶️ DTube ▶️ IPFS The Great Red Book does not fall short to living up to its title. A solid 5.8 trad route with two bolted belay stations. The first pitch veers up a ledge and right following a crack system

Nothing says welcome back to Minnesota like 6-12 inches of snow in a 24hr blizzard. (Insert emoji face smack here). I can’t look outside. The moment I stepped off the plane I had instant seasonal depression.

I have lived in Minnesota for over 11 years. It has been home to many outdoor adventures from the North Shore, through the Boundary Waters to the rocks of Blue Mounds, to the cliffs of Taylor Falls. My

“In numbers anything can succeed. A lot of trained individuals are frightened to die. Unless for a cause worthy and plentiful. The world comes in servings butter coated for people to buy to be later

(warning: content not suited for everyone. It may darken your day) A wet puddle sky morning, mirroring bleakness, a still pool dripping gray. No daylight. Dead frozen branches reaching black cracks above,

I must be at work. The warden has come around. He is yelling at me for not cleaning all the spiders that have collected in the corners and along the ceiling. I tell him, I swear I got them a couple days

Two spiders meet each other, one with a large yellow marked abdomen, the other with thin long legs. They crawl across a wall of webbing weaved down a concrete tunnel. Thick silk coats the air hanging like

Nothing says Happy Birthday like covering your face with liquid rubber goo that solidifies in eight minutes, an alginate. As written in a post week past [ I’ve annually created a self portrait since early