Sunday, April 13, 2008

...Window sill theatre


The Shadow fleet sets sail across the window sill


and discovers the new world


The native folk curse the fleet & drive them from their shores.


The fleet runs...


,but fate is note kind & serves an ill wind.


All is against them.


Destruction inevitable.


The native folk cheer & celebrate with a nice cup of tea.




...Window sill theatre; the last bastion of the slightly insane.

6 comments:

Becky said...

Wow! You did all that with your hands? :-)

Anonymous said...

I have very odd joints .......and many hands.

( I did use the odd toe)

OldHorsetailSnake said...

It's a long, long sea that has no turning.

OldHorsetailSnake said...

It's a long, long sea that has no turning.

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Dak-Ind said...

this is awesome!