Moving On

Featuring cute cats on an unmade bed is probably not the most impressive of blog posts, but hey, some small good news for a change. Archer lost his best buddy, and Riker (the fluffy guy on the right) is his arch enemy. Honest, when the two make eye contact, there is major histrionics: hissing, spitting, a nightmare howling. They really don’t get along, trust level zero.
So this morning, Archer my lad crawls out of bed, notices Riker taking up space, and the howling begins. I gently pet Archer down, literally, beside Riker, and leave them together. Archer eventually leaves the scene (without spitting noises) and settles down with me. Later in the day, I find him back in bed (still unmade—never disturb a cat in bed) as photographed here. It’s nice that some critter in this world is willing give my suggestions a try.
And just to keep things on track. Let me find some art to post.

Greg from life drawing at Latcham. I’ve been doing a lot in black and white lately, including my art cards. Sometimes I add red and silver.  

And one of my ‘faces’ art cards. While faces keep spontaneously appearing on paper, the stories are less than forthcoming.

Emergence

Bare branches, warming skies.

But hidden among last years fallen leaves, this years spring flowers. (dutchmans breeches, I think)

Of course, pretty flowers are not the only things revealed from their slumber beneath the snow.

It is, after all, mud season. Hopefully spring blossoms will take over soon, colouring up a world of grey and brown.
PS. I’ve been doing more lurking than commenting. I haven’t felt the most sociable, but I’m still reading. And for those of you who know what’s going on here, it’s still going on, just the same as it was, no more and no less.