We left SF and traveled up the coast, through redwood forest and by oceanfront. Stopped for a night in the lovely little town of Trinidad. I dreamed of getting out to walk among the trees on the next day.
Inktober day 26: Dark
I miss mucking about with my colors.
Inktober Day 23: Ancient.
With apologies to my DnD party, this is what I was working on while Wimbly Wetherwood was outside the tavern looking after the horses (and seeing that Mystan and Welp stayed out of trouble)
Inktober Day 19: Sling
Back to the prompts, sort of.
I saw a fabulous tangle of roots on a downed tree by the lake. It was a living knot, tying itself invisibly until the fall ended its life.
grand old pine in the woods
Still struggling with freedom from a specific chosen project. Funny how difficult it is to return to internal guidelines after a month of external focus. The idea of time limits really isn’t sticking!
Old apple tree, hollow and broken but still bravely bearing fruit