I walked on the streets of New York
My feet touching the common ground
It doesn’t matter what face we have, what color we share
we all have to pick it up
what we leave behind
Good or bad
it all comes around
Gardensituation: Ice cold winds and a frozen brown cake of oakleaves that refuse to give in to my rake. I love the natural colors of earth but NOW I need color. No more white snow, no more brown dirt, no more grey melted snow/asphaltmix. I need color!
Solution: A sunday night drawing! Keeps the spirit up a little longer in the waiting for the real stuff.