The carving knife has been sharpened on the whetstone

drawing of a turkey for dinner

And the steaming bird, fresh from the oven, rested on the sideboard, waiting to be carved for the feast of giving thanks.

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The kids love to karaoke

On a Friday night in Red Hook, a delightful reunion of friends over a swell dinner and lots of singing. (I don’t sing at karaoke, but I sure love listening and drawing.)

Here’s ink— doing a physical take on white noise

ink drawing of woodgrain by E Daggar

First: you may disagree, but I don’t demean a beautiful wood grain by referring to it as white noise.

Sometimes the most powerful tonic is a meditative white noise. It’s one of the things I love about the hustle-bustle of this town. Everything retreats as you wander; as you dive inward for a moment— take an amuse-bouche of psychic space. A slice of some steady static can be a city person’s version of soft, reassuring silence.

As a farm girl, I tell you it’s a quieter version of the symphony of cricket-song, late on an early summer’s night. It’s a cacophony of release.

I give you:  w o o d g r a i n !

(quietly)

Seasonal gourds and a straw broom on the porch

ink drawing of pumpkins on a porch

Day thirty-one: Seasonal gourds and a straw broom rested on the porch. The wind was picking up, and the barometer was dancing.

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I hope you’ve enjoyed this Inktober as much as I have! Stay tuned— I’ll be putting together a little book of these drawings (and possibly a few more) in the weeks to come!

A murmuration of starlings spotted on the horizon

ink drawing of birds flying in formation

A murmuration of starlings could be spotted in the distance, swirling and changing formation above the far edge of the tilled field.

Days twenty-nine and thirty of #Inktober. Click through to see the individual drawings in more detail.

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While I’m writing, I want to say thanks to everyone who’s found and followed this blog in the past month or two. The family is growing, and I’ve looked at, read, and followed so many of your blogs, too. My birthday was October 27th, and today the number reached 1,027, so thank you, again!

 

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She had a Victorian sensibility

Inktober drawing of a still lifeDays twenty-seven and twenty-eight, a diptych:

She had a Victorian sensibility and liked to collect little things she found on her walks.

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An array of ornate forks that’d belonged to his grandparents

An array of ornate forks that’d belonged to his grandparents

Days twenty-four through twenty-six! An array of ornate forks that’d belonged to his grandparents were among the day to day utensils she ate with.

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(These count as three drawings, for days Oct 24th – 26th. If you’ve a problem with that, I can’t care.)