by Ed Valigursky
This is from 1963. Viking fashion has changed a lot over the years but there’s always a skull. This cover was done by Ed Valigursky, whose work we’ve featured in the past and will undoubtedly feature in the future.
1957, by Edmund Emshwiller
If was science fiction magazine that was published from 1952 to 1974, by Quinn Publications. Though If was never more than a modest success as far as sales went, it still published work from authors like Harlan Ellison, Robert A. Heinlin, and Larry Niven. It also featured some of the best covers in the business. Here are a few of the covers of If magazine:
1952, by Henry Jones
1952, by Martin Key
1952, by Ralph Joiner
1952, by Ralph Joiner
1954, by Ken Fagg
1955, by Frank Kelly Freas
1959, by Frank Kelly Freas
1959, by John Pederson
1959, by John Perderson
1962, by Virgil Finlay
1965, by Richard McKenna
by Erin Nicole
A picture that I took many years ago as the sun was setting, this always makes me think of fall.
by Erin Nicole
“The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door…”
Knock (Fredric Brown)
by Erin Nicole
Happy Halloween!
by Erin Nicole
“I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.”
by Erin Nicole
Are you ready for Halloween night?
by John Walter Scott
Since the start of the pulp era, cults have been a popular subject. Usually dressed in red and concealing their faces behind hoods, cult members have menaced, tortured, and frightened. Luckily, there’s often a strong-jawed hero right around the corner to take them out and save the day.
Here’s a few of the cults of the pulp era!
by George Hargis
by Harry Lemon Parkhurst
by Hugh Joseph Ward
by J. Allen St. John
by John Drew
by John Newton Howitt
by Rudolph Zirm
by Tom Lovell
by Walter Baumhofer
by Arnold Kohn
by Erin Nicole
“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
by Erin Nicole
I was in Arkansas, looking for a certain grave, when I discovered that I was not alone. The deer stayed long enough for me to get a picture and then ran along. This picture is a reminder that there is beauty even among sadness.
Through the Shattered Lens 