Royal Patron

...waiting for mine.

Inspired by Nature

Comet found on the Ground

Just caught my eye...and here's a little old school cross hatching for the background. More local color tomorrow.

Old pirate at Carnivale

...he's still got a trick or two up his sleeve. There ought to be a Tom Waits song.

Happy Thanksgiving

Well, Here's hoping every one in blogland has as much as they want of what they like most.

A nonsense poem, anon., this is one I can imagine Alan Rickman (who I intend to do a portrait of soon, because it's been long enough since last time I watched Snowcake) reciting in a sonorous voice:

The common cormorant or shag

Lays eggs inside a paper bag,

The reason you will see no doubt

It is to keep the lightning out.

But what these unobservant birds

Have never noticed is that herds

Of wandering bears may come with buns

And steal the bags to hold the crumbs.

Purple Prose: The second chapter is here at a thousand words. Leave a comment there if you'd like to write the next chapter.