I guess I misjudged the scope of my studio-arranging project. (you think?) I’m still working at it, after having more than a full day without man or kid distraction to pound through it. I worked and worked and worked, organizing and scrubbing and vacuuming and purging just a wee bit and still I have not reached the bare tops of my work tables. The floors are clean, the storage above and below my tables and shelves are done. I can see the finish line but am not quite there. Tomorrow? Hope so.
Until then, enjoy these shots of what greeted me out my back door the morning after I tossed out the cornmeal dusting from my bread peel. I might make a habit of that.
I guess I made no reference of the scale of those little feet – they are bird, not chicken, in case you can’t tell.