My roots are in drawing and painting.
The wolf at the the door of the sittings ducks.
The foxes guarding the hen house are counting their eggs before they hatch.
The toast of the town.
A bite of cloud.
McDeath.
A polar bear eating marshmallows in a snow storm.
What we have here is a failure to communicate.
A fish out of water meets a snake in the grass.
Out of the frying pan into the fire.
Charlie Peterson 