'... with her bare feet, laughing,'

"I walk on down the hill, through the grass grown tall and brown
(...) on past the busted back of that old and rusted Cadillac
That sinks into this field, collecing rain..."

Empty
Ray Lamontagne

(My very favourite song)

The first of this series of five - These are very small pieces of furniture, pencil drawn, and pictures taken during travels -

Number I : [link]
Number II : [link]
Number III : [link]
Number IV : [link]
Number V : [link]