Though I'm separated from Mrs. Trowbridge's forest world by over 200 years, sometimes I almost feel like I know her. She seems like a long lost aunt that I knew when I was a child. When a tiny shrew darts through the tall grass near my berry patch, she flashes though my mind for a brief moment. Is this little shrew that lives in my berry bush one of Mrs. T's descendants?
Then I snap back into reality. I'm content to know her through the record she left for us in her tiny illustrated diary. What if I hadn't broken off the North Fork Quinault River trail and hiked upstream on Wild Rose Creek eight years ago? I would have never found that little gold box on that mossy ledge beside the stream that contained her precious diary. What if...
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A terrific day-in-the-life page. I like the serving suggestion. Mrs. Trowbridge did not skimp on the details! The sketch of her husband(?) and son and their bounty is darn cute!
Wow. Very very cool. I'm assuming you are/were a fan of the Redwall Series? Your art is stellar and the details for this blog are so interesting. Love it!!
Oh, how cute are those two fellas...but who is the extra bag of goodies for? Oh wait, THE ARTIST! :D hahaha...really great style.. :D
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