Monday, May 30, 2016

Skulls, Oats, a Plinth, a Door to Nowhere

Beautiful dinner out on the deck at our friends' house, soft breeze ruffling the tall grasses in the field near the house where their two little boys like to play hide and seek.  I can't not draw the fake marble plinth with the fake bronze head balanced on it,  the door standing in the weeds where the chicken house stood before bears tore it down and did in most of the hens.
"Draw the possum skull!" "And the dog skull,"someone says.  Soren draws a tooth.

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