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.
Water is life.
Holy water, healing water, life bringer, water flow.
spring comes in on a blooming tide