One must be careful what one draws:
“After two-thousand years we’re still in infant Christianity.”
Richard Rohr on the Another Name for Every Thing podcast.
Open mic crap
Seems to me we’ve all got enough of our own. Time to offload?
Creatively stringing words and phrases together is entertaining for me:
Pot belly bagel
Saturday park observation:
A strange cartoon that I like a lox:
Potato dust
Potatoes in the Dark! A spudtacular drama…now streaming on Netflix.
Got swept up on Doug’s story the other night:
Hair peace
Mrs Jankowski was an occasional backup singer for the B52’s. Back in the day.
Peaceful people are precious.
Flower city sad face
This is the joy of doodling: beginning with blank space and seeing what emerges as one creates. I suppose it’s not a terrible way to approach each new day, as well.
Perhaps the face is sad to watch the flower city launch away.
Jesus, Trump, cat
Had the idea to put some of the words attributed to Jesus from Luke’s gospel—with one edit—into the mouth of Mr. Trump. Yikes.
And something a little less frightening:
Pride pill piggies
Good luck:
Wee wee wee…
Alpha anniversary change
Inspired from a walk in the park:
For my 22nd wedding anniversary:
A Bettie Serveert song lyric got this one going:
Sherlock neutrality
One scribble and one doodle. Happy Friday…
White Outs 