Monday, September 14, 2009

Drawing at a Park

I met bumbling bumble bees, laboriously visiting every flower. I met a small group of quiet deer, one with sharp, proud antlers.
And something incredibly peculiar watched me as I sat on a bench right on the edge of a pond: an orange fish, quiet and solitary. During the many hours I spent in that park, he remained there.

1 comment:

jooh said...

you know, I made a blogspot but never got around to doing anything with it. I started to, but..gave up hahaha.
Maybe someday:P

Also, comment :B