Sorta… LOL! I took a photo of some Queen Anne’s Lace in my trusty little vase while we were still in Ohio. As I was working on it with my soft pastels on velour paper, it morphed into a fantasy flower of some sort. Kinda moody and autumnal, I think. I am ready for fall. It is hot and it feels like I will be roasted to a turn every time I walk out the door from this glorious air-conditioning. Cooler weather cannot come too soon for me.
Every year, August lashes out in volcanic fury, rising with the din of morning traffic, its great metallic wings smashing against the ground, heating the air with ever-increasing intensity. — Henry Rollins