Stuck Here Again, Alone and Unbending

This is an illustration that I did today of Mrs. Pennywhistle, the gardening old woman from my poem “Magic Flowers.” I placed that poem into my book of poetry which is my current work in progress.  It makes a good start to my post for today that nobody will probably read. I rarely lure readers to my posts on the downhill days after a major holiday. That makes this another fill-time-and-space post meant only to keep my 124-day-post streak alive.

This is a digital artwork I created yesterday. The background is from a picture my daughter sent me from the campground near South Padre Island. The campground they went to without me because my health is too poor to survive it.

 

An Instagram portrait from a follower who I follow and is constantly dancing with her hands for frequent posts to Mexican music.

Either there are young female vampires on Instagram, or this singing portrait shows how I can get the inside-the-mouth perspective wrong.