
remembering Zephir, my old cloud-gray cat

Some kind of primal dance, I guess.
Making some changes in the blog’s appearance for the first time in several years. It’s a work in progress – I’m happy to hear any feedback about it.

cherish what fruit you got, this season you’ll get no more

these trees started as a sad feeling but got touched with a warm fire as I went along

bottling snails’ dreams

the moon rabbit is sad
Kate Greenough's daily drawings