Dancing friend

I couldn't bear that last gory image being the first thing I saw next (note to self: must stop looking at crushed or devoured creatures). So here are two images of my dear friend J. dancing in the sunlight in my dining room last weekend. 

Death underfoot

It's a gloriously crisp autumn day, breathtaking really. I am intrigued by how much grisly stuff goes on just where one's foot falls.

Autumnal florest floor again

Brush markers and watercolour in Seawhite of Brighton sketchbook.

Death and life underfoot

Traces: early morning

I've left in a bit of the following page in the scan, used to take down notes yesterday,  as this was the first notebook to hand.

Brush markers and watercolours in Seawhite of Brighton sketchbook.

Kato and other dogs

Ink pen, brush markers and watercolour in Seawhite of Brighton sketchbook 1.

Traces

Brush markers and watercolours in Seawhite of Brighton sketchbook.

Autumnal forest floor

The forest floor is full of mossy smelling tangles of leaves through which vividly coloured Baroque-curly mushrooms amazingly erupt.

Ink pen, brush marker and watercolour in Seawhite of Brighton sketchbook. 

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Black ink pen and watercolour in Seawhite of Brighton sketchbook.

Death underfoot

I don't know what it was, but a fox must have got it.