"The summer sun is fading as the year grows old and darker days are drawing near.
The winter winds will be much colder..now you're not here.
I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky and one by one they disappear.
I wish I was flying with them...now you're not here.
Like the sun through the trees you came to love me, like a leaf on a breeze you blew away.
Through Autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way, you always loved this time of year.
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now...because you're not here.....because you're not here..."

Trying to learn this applet.

"Breakers crash at my feet, I count them like lambs in my sleep. They come at me steady, they know I'm not ready. They pound on my mattress door. Have they got a big one in store. Losing you, I heard I was losing you, that's not the only thing that I've got to lose...I've got to lose the deep sea blues, look at these blues, deep sea blues...."

This is Sam. Sam says hello.

Hey I know! Let's have a new thing where everybody's name is "Slappy Hobo". Or we could have some other kind of new thing.

This was not so much about getting it "correct" as it was about just trying to convey a feeling, a memory of summers past, an innocence. The colors seemed brighter then and the sun was warm and comfortable, not hot and beating. There were still mysteries to investigate and legends still not proven false. My bike was shiny and new, I was fast as the wind on that thing, there was happiness and hope. Details weren't the point and if someone told me something was impossible, I doubted it.

another B&W

This is a woman. I used different colors.

No Regrets

This is from a photo of a candle on my drawing table in the dark. (From about 5 years ago er so)