A quiet space for the unquiet mind.
The unplucked string of the guitar...
We dream of water
we dream of light
We dream of wings
we dream of flight
Last year I finally read the Harry Potter books - all seven - and then again - and then again. From February until July I read them over and over. This drawing was inspired by the books. I had not at this time seen any of the movies.
As one who walks everywhere, I have come to know the back alleys, the jumble of fences and houses that comprise the secret heart of Annapolis.