Like this cup, I don’t have any value, once someone is done with what they want from me, I get discarded. When people are done with my friendship, or tired of my affection, or don’t need my help anymore, I get left behind. I am sometimes left on the table, or forgotten, or tossed in the trash. But all too often, I end up crushed along the side the road.
Been having fun doodling with traditional media! Pencil sketch with Blackwing pencils, colour with watercolour paints, and then lined with Staedtler pens~
this picture makes me very happy
I’m going to run away
Losgar by Ted Nasmith
clarksville greenway // Elijah M. Henderson
📚 Middle-earth March - Day 18
Imagine you could not only travel to Middle-earth, but also time-travel there. So you would not only visit the Third of Fourth Age where the Lord of the Rings takes place, but maybe see the arrival of the Elves or the awakening of the Dwarves. Or, not going back that much, visit the city of Dale or the Dwarves in Moria before the Balrog was woken. Today, we were thinking about all those old maps and who would draw them, maybe while smoking a pipe and drinking a pint…
~Today’s outfit~