
a hint of spring is in the air

so we sail over the damage into brighter seas

family stones waking

low. fell into a familiar trap. should really know better than that.

contemplating the artifice of duality

flowers of anger

I guess every saint has a shadow

the ghost of mardi gras past

Where do princesses come from? They grow in pods, under cabbage leafs

I liked this better before I spilled orange ink on it.
Sometimes when the apples start to spoil you just have to make applesauce.
Kate Greenough's daily drawings