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
darkened sun through the trees
The background colors bugged me so I reworked the drawing. Too bad I don’t like what happened to her face…
I seem to be on a run of blue-and-gold.