every year, like clockwork
every year, in september, the wood ducks march through our yard at dusk gorging themselves on acorns, in preparation for their migration south. i am re-posting this old photo, because today i FINISHED the large, natural dyed, art commission i have been working on for a couple month. i have a busy rest of the week ahead of me (back to school, son’s birthday, and doctor visits with my 85 year old mom), but i’m looking forward to new walks, new eyes, and a fresh re-start.
downy wood duck feathers
What does it say about me that these look like Oreos on end … ?