drewallen

It has been a while. I'm certainly behind on commenting on the work of others, and I'm even more behind in getting anything creative together on my end. Thanks to those of you who have added favorites and left kind words. One good bit of news: The Sun has accepted Gratia's hands for use in an upcoming issue. As daylight dwindles away and winter approaches, I'm sure I'll be on here and in the darkroom more frequently.

Looking forward to next week's vacation.

I was sitting on our back porch, reading as the sun was setting and dark clouds brought the low rumble of thunder. Looking up from my book for a moment, I heard something rustling in the brush behind the woodshed, and I could see a few branches moving. Then it stopped, and I went on reading. A few moments later, I looked up and saw Sprout, the smaller of our two black cats, coming toward the porch from the brush. But he looked different; he had a brown beard. No, it wasn't a beard. As he came closer, I realized he had an entire bird nest in his mouth—a nest about the size of my cupped hand. He had one side in his mouth, and the opposite