I was playing with a new pen and this popped up before I knew what I was drawing. After filling so many pages with city, I must be feeling mountainsick.

It's so flat here in snow country that you can stand on a station wagon and see Chicago (or at least Madison). I never used to notice how big the sky was until I moved to the mountains, far off islands, the southern grasslands, and the mid-plains. I'm back in snow country again for at least a little bit. Funny how perspective shifts and changes one's sense of normality.

I guess normal is relative...

...but you'd never know it from meeting mine. :)