Summer Is Passing

And too quickly for my taste. Some of these images I have drawn more than once, because now we can go places we’ve been before. But the drawing of something I’ve already drawn is still new, when I see it with fresh eyes, in this moment, this light, this mood. Tomorrow is Autumn Equinox I think I blinked.

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