
air strike, samurai harpy

some kind of shrimpy thing made from the ribs of dead leaves

some of the winds have teeth in them

raindrop, tree

it was a sunny day and the pods were ripe and the seeds were set to blow away

the angel of summer is departing

these trees started as a sad feeling but got touched with a warm fire as I went along

once I partied my face off

dancing topiary
Kate Greenough's daily drawings