Sunday, February 3, 2008
Another wet day in sunny San Diego. I cry for my little dog less and less often as the days pass. No matter how much I cry, or wonder what I could have done for him, he is still dead. That is the way of life. It all ends in death. I'm not saying this to bum anyone out - on the contrary - celebrate now while we are alive! We're going to visit Grandpa McSwain today while he is still alive.
Chickadee - 6" x 8" Oil on canvas panel - $45 includes shipping.