The early hours of New Year’s Day.
Low-res pictures of a playground on a rainy night, taken with a cheap/borked digital compact.
The ocean tearing itself to shreds on the rocks during last night’s storm.
I’m not sure if I’ve learned anything this year, other than that there are a hundred ways to fall in love with the ocean.
Silverstrand, Christmas Day, 2012.
Moonlight.
Before I forget
I don’t want to forget
Another fossa from my sketchbook.
Fossa.
Fossa.
The fossa is a weird, stocky cat/mongoose thing that lives only in Madagascar and eats pretty much everything, but mainly lemurs.
Visually it’s right at the intersection where adorable meets sinister.
I know I drew this one but I still think it’s hilarious.
Hahahahahahaha.
In conclusion: fossa! I like everything about them except for the ambiguity surrounding the correct plural, because “fossas” just feels wrong.
ETA There’s no collective noun that I can find out, I suppose because they’re mostly solitary. But if it were up to me, it’d be a posse of fossae.
Sketchbook.