A game designer & illustrator tries to return his sense of wonder to its original packaging.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
The Roper Next Door
On Hurricane Sunday, just as I was drifting off to sleep, we heard a prolonged cracking, rending noise coming from outside the house. An ancient maple tree had succumbed to the storm, cracking in two, to reveal a hollow interior big enough to accommodate many cookie-making elves. At least, I thought it was a maple tree. Look familiar?