In the rhythm of the needles there is music for the soul
I had a lot of fun this afternoon walking around the yard with Sue the Ewe, my miniature wooly friend.
Day Fourteen: Scale & Observation was the task at hand and I was to experiment with scale.
Sue nibbled away at every green blade she encountered. She looks right at home, doesn’t she, in this lush environment.
But in the following photo she is dwarfed by the wild daisies in my yard that are, at most, six inches tall.
It’s time to go in and stop playing with Sue. I just felt a raindrop and you know what? A raindrop will make little Sue fall over because she is just two inches less a quarter.
Sue the ewe is a great name