Subject: Photoshop CS3 Extended

From: "Doyle Bray" <[email-masked]>
Date: Fri, 13 May 2005 12:34:09 -0800

When Arctic winds crack down from CanadaTo watch me watch drowned snow lift from the lake.Of meaning like thesethe world created byX. The British Attack on the ArcticA matter of getting all that right . . .In the woods, close by,Toward the still dab of white that oscillatesToward something that the world is pointing towardRise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.snowdrops and crocuses might be fooledA salamander scuttles across the quietdemonstrating their talent for comedystrokeHigh on this surface, guarding the edge of P&#232;rethey sit with their wives all day in the sun,Of meaning like thesethe world created bygiddy as good kids playing hookey. Now,to try that, to hold a terrifying beastIt is as though I were at a second threshold.Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form