Wild roses grew along the ditch banks of our ranch in Wyoming. They had little scent but the delicate blooms were a splash of color brightening everything around them. Honey bees, song birds and little girls gathered near the displays, sometimes daring to break off a branch and take it back to the kitchen to be put in a Mason jar filled with water.
All of my art is original, drawn by me, colored by me.
September 11th, 2008
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