
Original 4×6 inches ~ Colored Pencils on Black Paper ~ Border and Background added using PicMonkey
Not sure what to say about this little painting other than it simply flowed easily from the end…
What calls to you and is there a place you disappear into in those moments of need?
This picture was taken in the forests where I ride my mountain bike in the Pacific Northwest. So…
I was born to run Wind in my hair Without wings I could leap over the moon My…
That is often where the whispered answers are found. #JustBelieve
“The last thing I heard was you whispering goodbye. And then I heard you flatline.” ~Skillet, Not Gonna…