I live in a place with lots of small farms. On my drive home I passed a couple of fields where they were cutting and baling hay. Thinking about harvest, even after this dry dry summer.
Category Archives: crayon/pencil
20 September 2016
Oh, dear.
18 September 2016
I really don’t know how that seahorse go mixed up with this flock of birds
16 September 2016
river of birds and a hunters moon
15 September 2016
I hate phone conference meetings. Drew this while trying not to sound as irritable as I felt.
14 September 2016
Stone, standing in the water
13 September 2016
12 September 2016
11 September 2016
10 September 2016
Autumn arrives with apples in her eyes and a storm beneath her wings
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