Bunnies on the auction block!


I've just traveled from Dartmoor back to the Arizona desert...from deep green hills to dusty blue mountains...from sheep in the fields to coyotes in the wash. My eyes are still adjusting to a subtler color palette; my body is adjusting to the time zone change; and I have to keep reminding myself which side of the road to drive on in my battered old pick-up truck.

Here's a drawing of a shy desert spirit, related to the mule-eared deer who delicately pick their way through a prickly terrain of cactus, creos0te, and scrub.  She's a melancholy soul -- probably because I'm missing someone who is an ocean away.


I can see the wistfulness in her pose.

This resonates with me - I've been in the position of having to miss someone an ocean away, too.

Welcome back to the desert.

She's beautiful, Terri! It's probaby the waether here, but I imagine a cool, damp wind blowing through her hair, for all that she's a desert-girl.

Ummmm.I think I've heard her whisper in the desert one day at twilight...

Oh. She's so ... so beautiful.

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