It's December, and Solstice time. The trees are empty and dusk-light shines through them. There is hardly any birdsong, except for the hardy crows and winter-overing robins. It isn't snowy yet, but that will come. With my owl-like schedule, I spend most of my time in the dark. Every so often I hear hoots and calls from my night-flying comrades.
Original drawing, black tech pen on sketchbook page, 8" x 6", December 6, 1998. Colored in Photoshop, December 2018.
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