The early morning, strolling commute
All of the lines meet up!
An intense pink to make the peeps blink
Big up to the Irish massiv!!!
I am masking taped to my drawing board….
The spring is sprung,
The grass is riz,
The wing is on the bird,
And the bird is on the wing.
I have no idea where I am!……..but it looks lovely and it’s in Ireland.
A wedding in the family.
A little reading over christmas time.
On the hillside where people lie beneath monuments of themselves in stone
Little Luna…….born on the moon and mad as a march hare as her name suggests.
The place is surrounded by trees and they are constantly reflected in the glass, its wonderful.
A home for a family that I had a little hand in helping to make.
A nice hidden street. Its that not that hidden,but it’s nice.
Quick stop in the Burgh!