Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Jack Frost, Blue Pickeral Seeds

My earliest visual memory:  frost crystals on the window above my crib (my mother saying “Jack Frost came last night”) .  And now this morning:  frost crystals on the window near our bed.  How could I not draw that?

Last month’s blue water pickeral has ripened and is ready to spill out its luscious-looking seeds.

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