Days twenty-seven and twenty-eight, a diptych: She had a Victorian sensibility and liked to collect little things she found on her walks. , #Inktober2017
A simple, hand-made bird house adorned one of the trees near the house. It was lived in, and a few strands of bedding straw poked out its cozy doorway. Apologies! This is a day late! More to come tomorrow 🙂 See all of my #Inktober drawings @edaggarart
Day sixteen: The afternoon warmed unexpectedly— unseasonably. He'd removed his accustomed scarf on account of the change; left it coiled like a tie or a snake on the picnic table in the dooryard. There, it warmed in the sun. . See all of my #Inktober drawings @edaggarart or elizabethdaggar.com
Day fourteen: He chopped the fallen tree into logs, then split them into pieces suitable for the stove. He’d need enough to last the long winter. . There’s more art: @edaggarart & elizabethdaggar.com
Day thirteen is also Friday the 13th. I present a bird skull, perhaps a crow or raven, 'neath the glittering firmament on a moonless night. Happy Friday the 13th, readers! . And remember, there's more art: @edaggarart & elizabethdaggar.com
Day eleven of #Inktober. The coffee was still hot, but he was nowhere to be found in the house. A window was open across the room, and a chill wind came through. . more art: @edaggarart & elizabethdaggar.com