The Birds
Saturday night and nothing to do but watch Al’s tremors. This makes me think of birds flying,…
The Birds
Saturday night and nothing to do but watch Al’s tremors. This makes me think of birds flying,…
Saturday night and nothing to do but watch Al’s tremors. This makes me think of birds flying, flapping their wings. I am not teasing my brother, but a hummingbird would describe his tremors pretty well.
Since I tired of that I came out here and decided to draw a bird from my own clumsy fingers. I don’t know why I bother. My sketches are nothing, but I find I don’t think about Al’s illness when I am drawing.