I don’t know what’s going on here. Hubby says it’s a weird bird walking through the marsh, and I’m willing to go along with that.
Ruin says stop typing and pay attention to me. It’s a rainy, chilly day so I guess I’ll go along with that for a little while, too.
Hot day, wide open studio door, dog sleeping on the floor.
You may notice that I skipped ahead to August when I dated this one, maybe the weather got to me
Back in my own studio, still with that vacation glow.
That’s supposed to be an opossum not a rat. Not that I have a problem with rats, but I do most of these drawings without reference photos.
Once you start seeing birds as tiny dinosaurs, the world will never look quite the same
wishing for moments of peace and beauty to alight on all the troubled places in the world