Always thinking, wandering, slipping, into oblivion. I watch my feet, averting my eyes. Glitter catches my gaze as I stare down into the sun. Shuffling amusement, laughing, talking, brilliance bouncing off of the surface. Golden skies and rudabaga, fantasy and reality. Moving ever onward..........
Sunday, September 26, 2010
9 x 12" Oil on Wood
My mother in law took us out for our anniversary. I look over and there she was snoozing away. I thought it was so funny. She is a busy woman and anytime she sits down she falls asleep.