The drifting clouds were spotlighted by the city's glow.

This is an old watercolor. I love the challenge of creating something new, but I'm busy right now. I thought this one fit.

The down side of flying and motherhood. You'll have to click on it to read it.

She was so wrapped up in finding her grandmother's lost love letters that she disregarded the creepy house they were left in.

The hierarchy of the animals drove the people under ground. It was a complete reversal of the food chain. Blake, who was as pale as the others from lack of sun, smelled the fresh spring rain. Even though his life would be in jeopardy he stepped out past the cave's corridor. Immediately, he met eye to eye with Mother Nature. The light stung his eyes, and made them water, but he could not take his eyes off of his reflection in the beautiful droplet of rain hanging on to the bright green Spring leaf. Mother Nature was his hierarchy for now.

I'm practicing with hair. Over did the strands I think.