I am moved by those who stand witness in the face of dark events and deeds. The phrase, “broken hearted defiance” is often in my mind.
the fruit falls not far from the tree
happy face after a lovely dinner party
as autumn winds start coming through, I hold on to the hope and memory of spring
noble fowl
Dave, from whose porch I was watching yesterday’s hummingbirds, was cooking with his Big Green Egg. He suggested that I draw it. He may have meant that as a joke.
song of the whetstone
Not a drawing today, I had an urge to collage.
Winter dreams of warmer times.
proud fowl, queen of her own realm
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