Friday, November 19, 2010

The Writer

As the snow quietly fell outside the window, he worked.
With every dip of his pen, every sip of his tea, his tale did unfold.

4 comments:

aintshakespeare said...

Nice. I love the contrasts, metal robot, wooden desk and building and snow outside.

nasii said...

This is Awesome!

Crescent Moon said...

Very Dickensian!

Jennifer said...

This is super!