July 31, 2013 | 2
These are my unexpected deer in the woods.
My chop wood, carry water.
My contemplation of water flowing over pebbles.
My deep breaths.
Standing within the Royal Ontario Museum, sketching fossil skulls.
More people should take up sketching as a way of regaining composure in their lives.
(Note: some of these sketches have appeared before on The Flying Trilobite.)
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