We were winding up our time in Maplewood on Sunday. Abby wanted a drawing of herself with her cute pigtails. Nate left the room before I could finish drawing him.
I especially like the Father Xmas cast iron door stop in the upstairs bathroom. He has been on duty for the past six years or so at least. M's hens are still laying a bit, and the eggs were so beautiful in an aluminum bowl. Smoky, one of the two cats, grooming and staring.
Another great move of Smoky's, and on the right, Barnaby plays one of his own piano compositions.
No sketchbook of mine is complete without its series of chickens. M's chickens were outside in the very cold weather all fluffed up and strutting, and they made me think of Mardi Gras Indians.