This lanky angel is my favorite this week. She's rather gray, like Winter here in the Pacific Northwest. And rather long and lean, also like the winters here. Ah well, sometimes rallying against the inevitable is so much more tiring than surrendering to it.
The rest of the members of The Cart
don't like her baldy-ness,
but somehow it just suited her.
That's an old key around her neck. I've got lots of them tucked around here. Can we guess anything about someone who collects keys? Is it someone with secrets? Someone desperate to unlock the mysteries of things? Maybe someone who finds beauty in the minutia of everyday. Or maybe keys are just pretty.