Twisted

I love watching the sandhill cranes in my yard twist themselves into so many different pretzel-like configurations. The contrast of their snake-like necks and legs so skinny I can’t believe they don’t snap is really exciting to draw. Hope that comes through! Greg Betza ©2021

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Memorial Day

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In […]

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