The leaves have begun to turn

Autumn feels like falling out of love. Or just conceding to entropy.


Autumn feels like falling down. I was sad that he felt neglected even after I did my best. My best is all I had to give, sorry.


I had a very clear vision for this. Isn't she a fox? I was drawing in Dundonald one afternoon in the rain. I propped an umbrella over the picnic table.


It started out as a letter to a friend, but turned into something else :) A morning that started with a sprawl in the leaves before work stumbled into such a glorious day.


A very lovely girl walked into my cafe, and walked out with me. "You read love poetry at the last dyke march. I still remember your dress was incredible."


"At Capital Slam I couldn't think of much to say, so I drew your legs. I think you were flattered, and I didn't embarrass myself. 1 for the home team."


I communicate more clearly with silence and graphite.


After the poetry slam, we went to Emily's for dinner. Emi's girlfriend Robin knew her already. The babydyke I am, is so impressed by all the well connected older girls. "I can see through the confidant socialite when you watch me drawing you."