The Hounds of Heaven – Sunset, Saturday, 2 August 2014
Eight hours after the passing of a very special foxhound.
Eight hours after the passing of a very special foxhound.
As we prepare to go out on our thrice-weekly cross-country expedition ...
Holes in my socks
Head full of rocks
Live in a box
With a dog who talks ...
Surrounded by storms (much to the chagrin of Flint), including a huge steel-gray tower to the east, at my back, with sheets of rain and of lightning, I walked up the road a quarter-mile to get a better look at the mountains, the bunch of paintbrushes in my fist a magic deterrent, no doubt, to lightning bolts.
Tweets Illustrated: Hickory Branch, Hickory Trail
William Van Doren, pencil on CVS scratch pads, 4 x 6.
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