1968 Pontiac Custom S

Ahh, good times. The first car. This is from 1983, the pants, the shirt, the '60s boots, the whitewalls on the car, these are all wrong, for the time, the town, the vintage of the car, but what a wonderful car, it smelled like baking rubber, rust rained down into the poofy hair from where the top of the windshield met the "body by Fisher." There was a Sparkomatic tape deck that played Psychedelic Furs and King Crimson from crackly back speakers, the car roared along twisty two lane roads through the hills, under the clouds, and left the past behind it.

A Volvo ran into the back of it one snowy day, and cracked the frame. And so that was that.

On The Fade Sketches

Some sketches for the upcoming On The Fade . . .

Our Angry Earth III

Well, here is what happened to this ship . . . Our Angry Sandy. Not sure if this forklift will get it back into the water. Actually, I'm pretty sure it won't.

The On The Fade Cover

This one is better . . .

On The Fade (cover number one)

Here is a draft of a cover for the upcoming On the Fade . . . maybe it's too "literal." But then, you sure get the idea!

Our Angry Earth

Part I of a series of images that will end, perhaps, when we will . . . (Photo credit Chris Bonsell, Ft. Collins, CO, June 13 2012)

Robin Hood Flour

The frayed edges of our world are kept out of sight from us, beyond the horizon, so we don't know if they are coming, or going.