Bubbles. Stones. Under water. Meditative practice.
my dreams lately have been full of storms
My many friends that are serious observers and students of the avian peoples may laugh, but somehow can’t seem to stop myself from drawing imaginary odd-proportioned birbs.
I got home in the evening, just as a big long front of thunderstorms hit. Managed to extricate myself from keeping Jack the bulldog company, and run to the studio for a few minutes to dash this off.
Here’s Jack, guarding the house to keep the thunder out.
I saw an owl in the woods today.
Summer’s winding down. Pumpkins, chilly fog, hoping those last tomatoes get a chance to ripen before the first frost.