(hm that could be a good title for a children’s story maybe…)
I started this drawing at the beginning of the month hopeful that by the end I’d surely be done with it (ugh I forgot how slow going stippling can be), but behind the trees on the road of life are always the hidden curves and hills that seem to slow me down. I don’t want to delay sharing this drawing though, because if I do it probably won’t be seen again until next year. Remember my Little Bo Peep? Ah huh. So here it is.
I started this drawing at the beginning of the month hopeful that by the end I’d surely be done with it (ugh I forgot how slow going stippling can be), but behind the trees on the road of life are always the hidden curves and hills that seem to slow me down. I don’t want to delay sharing this drawing though, because if I do it probably won’t be seen again until next year. Remember my Little Bo Peep? Ah huh. So here it is.
Just a line drawing. I didn’t have any plans for it when it started. I was kinda just doodling… in ink. In ink? What was I thinking? Who knows. Apparently I wasn’t… thinking that is, not thinking clearly, and therefore clearly something was missing. So I drew this little ghost girl and cut and paste her in with Photoshop. Hahaha
I felt like I cheated big time. It was cheating, wasn't it? Anyway, Happy Halloween or Harvest Time or whatever it is you might be celebrating if anything at all… or if not… just happy day!(~_^)v




We arrived at Gum Grove all too soon. Nicely shaded and not too crowded, we were greeted with bales of hay topped with perfect orange pumpkins and fun handmade scarecrows.


All in all it was a wonderful day. I don’t know if I’d really call the Pumpkin Festival a festival, it was kinda tiny and not very festivalish…maybe more like big family picnic day (which I think is cooler anyway), but for what it was – totally volunteer operated by local rotary clubs and other kind souls – it was great. The trains were the real treat. They really transported us back in time, out there in the middle of no where surrounded by empty fields with the smell of hay and the touch of a gently breeze, children laughing with sticky faces and hay in their hair and stuck to their clothes, good wholesome music and adults shooting pumpkins into the air, it really felt like a simpler era. *sigh*