
In my younger days, I often felt my FRUGAL attire was never good enough. Now I don`t give a dam!
(Thursdays word.)

A MURDER of crows.
(Tuesdays word)
From quick charcoal sketches nearby, I brought them back and painted using colours and tones I sensed rather than saw. I wanted a sharp contrast between the emptiness of the foreground and the stormy aliveness of the upper half. A metaphor, perhaps.

"For the love of ROYAL jelly," my Nan used to say when I undid her apron strings when she was washing up.
Thursdays word. ROYAL.

A wonderful AMBLE along the top ridge of Mount Charasonas after a tricky morning accent on dew covered rocks. (Mondays word).
