It’s winter yet again.  Okay, it’s really still fall by the calendar, but who am I to split hairs?  It’s barren, cold, with short days.  Somehow, I feel my artist block melting.

I’ve been prolific in the winter time.  Summer and spring are almost too pretty to come up with something interesting and moody.

One of my favorites in the past winter:

And some from previous years,

I seem to like crows.

So, here I am, raring to go, but not a clue.  How did I come up with so may ideas in the past?  What do I do now?

So, I remembered my old rule of thumb.  Start with what you know. So, then, I will.

Just a memory for all of you who like cats:  this is the third anniversary of capturing Pumpkin, bringing him to a prettier environment.  A chance to be a domestic cat again, and all the perks that come with it.  Pumpkin, it’s been good.