The littlest angel has been very naughty. He knocked over the golden candlesticks, lost his halo, and pulled out an eagle's tail feathers in passing. He even tripped the mighty angel Gabriel, who fell end over tea kettle, to land head first in the great river flowing from the golden throne. So now the small, wayward one has been sent to bed early.
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Can you find him?
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When people study this "Cloud Painting," they often see many different things. One young boy saw a bearded man, other folks have pointed out various children's faces, and one lady saw, of all things, a mouse! What do you see? Can you find him? I'm sure he must have a sprinkling of freckles across his nose. There is something about that pouty little-boy face, which would tug at any Mom's heartstrings.
I've always thought cats might have wings. Perhaps their wings sprout when people aren't looking? Maybe they're invisible to the human eye? What do you think?
Walking the campus of Corban College in Salem, Ore., I happened upon this lovely maiden gazing over the steep pathway below. I am sure she wishes she could join the crowds of students passing by--instead, she is fated to watch from her perch on the hill. If you enlarge the picture, you can see a tiny smile upon her face. Perhaps her wistful joy comes from the laughter of the young people she observes.
Here you see a small faery, caught in a moment of repose. She perches atop the shoulders of her giant cloud friend. How lovely to ride across the skies with one she trusts and loves so much. I wonder what she is thinking. Though secure in the strength of her large companion, she still seems pensive and thoughtful.
During our last big snowstorm I found this little faery dancer in the delicate twirls of a curly willow tree. I love snow, especially the way it transforms our sometimes drab world into a beautiful, magical place.
This is a REAL departure from the norm for me. I rarely draw frightful things.
