Sycamore
Our home is tucked beneath the stitched canopy of four large sycamore trees. They are our shade in summer and our color in fall. In winter, they stand sentinel with white limbs against an even whiter sky and in spring the squirrels commute on their budding branches. I made these sketches to honor them for all they give me. Even now I write this beneath the buzz of bees hiving within their care.
dinner plate (pen for scale)
ps. I’ve hidden the name of an American State within the drawing in this post. The first to comment below with the capital of said state will be mailed a crisp $2 bill.
Luke Turpin