Seed pods have been popping in my garden. Once the seeds fly out, the pods quietly curl up. This one surprised me by hitting me on the head.
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Monoprint
starling sketches
Ongoing work...waiting for a breakthrough!
The Waters of March
It's the joy in my heart.
Collected Items
the broken, the wrinkled and the uneven
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