I spent the weekend at the Portsmouth Maritime Folk Festival (that’s Portsmouth NH). Came home with a head full of songs that fall out most every time I open my mouth.
Not that I was thinking about it while I was drawing, but. While doing a digging project around my old house, I found another couple of glass marbles to add to the several I’ve found in previous diggings around the foundation. They always feel like treasures, solid echoes of long ago games.