OK then. Got it.
Seeming so sturdy and standing up to the big guys. But no more. RIP oh little leopard duckling.
Tree. Shadow. Shimmering heat. In August. September: it rains every day.
Actually one died since these photies were taken. Life is cheap when you’re a little bird. Especially when your wings grow perpendicular to your body…..
San Vicente de Alcántara train station. Where you could get a train to Lisbon and Madrid. Not now.
And now I draw puppies. What is wrong with me?!
Every morning we walk with the dogs to the end of the finca and Poppy gets to see the extent of her world.
godDAMN puppy bellies are cute.
On the way to Valencia de Alcántara.
Poppy and a pig jaw……