Friday, 12 September 2014

where and who,

Where does the time go?
That reminds me of "Who has seen the Wind?"

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.
by Christina Rossetti (1830–1894)
Last week I doodled my way into this Butterfly cum Flower Queen
charcoal pencil and Derwents on buff paper

Today I barely had time to catch Babu on my lap in ballpoint pen

a detail of Babu in a rare friendly mood
Usually he's a wild little thing, scampering around the house, provoking Muji

and here's Muji for good measure, sitting in the same chair pictured above,
 watching me put on my shoes
a happy, if somewhat cool weekend here,
and wishing you a pleasant one.


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