
it was a sunny day and the pods were ripe and the seeds were set to blow away

the angel of summer is departing

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

once I partied my face off

dancing topiary

we don’t tell no secrets

kitty tries to hide from the ambient drama

it’s a walking star with a foot on the ground and dressed in sky

clowns are scary

she sat suddenly
Kate Greenough's daily drawings