Angry Yellow Eyes

I've seen lots of tributes for "Where the Wild Things Are" lately, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would look like if you made one of the monsters into a real live creature and not just a man in a suit with a CG face.

Nemesis

My dreams are strange. Part of my conscious is always aware that it's a dream, and when things get too tense it just takes over---concocting powers and abilities that allow me to deal with the wagon of ninja clowns or whatever the threat happens to be. Because of this I'm never afraid of nightmares.

But last night I had a dream about being hunted by a Tyrannosaurus Rex in a desert canyon. As usual, just when I was cornered with the T-rex bearing down, my brain flipped the switch and I flew out of there like a rocket. But when I looked back, there was the Tyrannosaurus, soaring over rock formations and bursting through cliffs as it flew after me. And no matter what I did I couldn't stop him. My brain kept coming up with new powers, each of which the T-rex countered with a power of its own. I finally woke up, but I'm still puzzling over my new nemesis, the Super-Sith Rex. Will I run into him again? What could it all mean?

Stormy

We've had a bunch of storm clouds pass through our area lately, blasting us with driving rain, hail, and lightning. The bright side is that we get to see all sorts of cool cloud formations. I did this one night after I saw these clouds approaching. Unfortunately, the photos (last two images) are still cooler.

But Oz Never Did Give Nothing to the Tin Man

This represents a few hours more on top of the last iteration I posted. And it still needs more help, but I'm calling it done.