it might be a nightmare, except it’s kind of happy
solstice celebration toe-stones
what’s time to a rock?
embroidering a hasty passage, as if to slow it down
heading toward the longest night
in a month of black and white, I suppose crows were somewhat inevitable
I spent the evening at a singing party. Hooray for caroling! Go forth and do things with people that make you happy!
Kate Greenough's daily drawings