Freedom to be oneself is the greatest gift.
Song from The National inspired this one:
Cuttle puddle
Friday fish doodle. Hope your weekend goes swimmingly… 😉
And another H2o doodle, with a spot of color:
Dog day triangles
The day after.
The Sorcerer’s Stone? Fine. But not Azkaban.
If this were true I might have done better in geometry:
Stick zombie cruise
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:
Piano and cigarettes
Here’s a couple of New Yorker rejects that I never shared:
Potato dust
Potatoes in the Dark! A spudtacular drama…now streaming on Netflix.
Got swept up on Doug’s story the other night:
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:
White Outs 