
These stones are too big to juggle. Maybe they are juggling me.

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
Kate Greenough's daily drawings