where she goes the garden grows
tiny reflection
for hugging
this started with the feeling of uncurling a stiff & sore spine. It might go further if I have time and inclination.
No deep thoughts here; just filling the page with primary colors and song
time is different for plants and rocks
equinox, balancing between wild and safe
poorly framed snapshot of mr weirdbird
waterbeast
Kate Greenough's daily drawings