
clowns are scary

she sat suddenly

The birthing of a storm. The entry to a whelk. the inchoate fog of repressed awareness. Take your pick. Or add your own.

God bless you all whether you like it or not.

here’s a story about a worried dog fairy crossing a stone bridge to deliver a slice of pizza. Will he get there in time?

This person may feel a little oppressed by their hair.
I’m sorry I didn’t give them a more manageable coiffeur.
Whatever.

lovely day for laundry on the line

the monarchs are migrating.
perhaps that inspired this return of buggy peoples.

playing on stones under the yellow sky

kitten dreaming
Kate Greenough's daily drawings