We got back from our trip, and now I’m faced with the prospect of steadily working again. How quickly time flies!
Casting about for a subject as I stumble back into the realms of line, I found my daughter’s doll peeking from behind furniture. I have been known to borrow my daughter’s camera now that her supermacro out wow’s mine tenfold. So, forgive me for indulging the temptation to peer into the details of my pen lines. I am not narcissistic, I just love close-up optics.
(I’m never going to be narcissistic — I vow never to be anything that I need a dictionary to know how to spell.)
This is a doll with an attitude.