The slow night river moves tar-like beside the bat street lamp.
Had A. cut my hair straight across in back post-shower as I didn’t want the neck grow out spray all unintentional disturbing my portrait drawing sessions at the fair. There will be me, under canopy, putting pressure to the pencils at hand. I have been practicing drawing those around me in order to have samples at my booth as it’s been awhile since I’ve drawn from life vs. drawing about life. Here is a profile of my niece’s eldest, the beautiful Addie May.