I missed a day yesterday, traveling. No drawing for the 26th.
Sitting out on a porch in North Carolina, watching the pugnacious hummingbirds chase each other from the feeder.

In a dream, I had caught something maliciously annoying in a clam shell, washed it clean and was soothing it somewhat effectively

leaning

I started with the idea of constriction, and ended up with something that looks to me like beach debris.

we make a joyful parade for all beings

Equinox: a balance between gathering and growing, inhale and exhale, potential and kinetic

unicorn hunting

Down this alley in my town there’s a vending truck that sells dosas (“South Indian Soul Food”) at lunchtime. You can take them to go or sit overlooking the river as you eat.

a quiet place at water’s edge