I find The Bacon waiting at the front door like a trick-or-treater, with a ghastly memento. He wants to bury his lucky bunneh foot in the couch. Um. Sorry to disappoint you, Bacon. He brought both hind legs from a well-picked carcass he scavenged somewhere out in the meadow, and asked to bring both of them into the house. A reasonable dog request, denied by a fussy human.
|It's not all coconuts and warm caressing seas in Panama, but this photo by Avery Cheng suggests it. Let it be so.|
|Elaine Shen caught Phoebe doing what she does everywhere she goes--connecting and engaging people. Little people, all the better. Sigh. This photo just takes me apart. Evan, Southern version.|
I leave the painting for a day or so to season. I know I have more work to do on the birds to round out their forms, as they're looking a bit flat. It's good to walk away from your work now and then. It's necessary.