
Hot day, wide open studio door, dog sleeping on the floor.
You may notice that I skipped ahead to August when I dated this one, maybe the weather got to me

just some pretty swirlies

weaving baskets for the harvest of summer

watchers of time

I met them on the mountain trail. They wouldn’t turn to show their face.

I do not know who this is, or why they strolled across the paper stage. Perhaps you should give them a face and story of your own choosing.

Night lifts her wings to end a long summer day

Princess Cat

doodly critters
Kate Greenough's daily drawings