
a stately dance, with stars and flowers

Thinking about an old apple tree I see on my walks, one year it was half dead and half bearing almost more fruit than the branches could hold.
Also this is what it looks like when I don’t feel like I took the drawing to completion

I had time the next day to bring it to a happier resolution.

a hint of spring is in the air

so we sail over the damage into brighter seas

family stones waking

low. fell into a familiar trap. should really know better than that.

contemplating the artifice of duality

flowers of anger

I guess every saint has a shadow

the ghost of mardi gras past
Kate Greenough's daily drawings