There was no ignoring such a noisome spectacle

The severed heads had been put on pikes for all and sundry to see; made examples of. The unseasonably warm autumn weather made grotesques of each— death masques submitting to rot and gravity; to the punishments meted by the state. Passersby turned their heads, and covered their faces with kerchiefs, but there was no ignoring… Continue reading There was no ignoring such a noisome spectacle

Seasonal gourds and a straw broom on the porch

Day thirty-one: Seasonal gourds and a straw broom rested on the porch. The wind was picking up, and the barometer was dancing. .   .   . I hope you've enjoyed this Inktober as much as I have! Stay tuned— I'll be putting together a little book of these drawings (and possibly a few more)… Continue reading Seasonal gourds and a straw broom on the porch