11″ x 15″
Sunday night I dreamt I was in Natchez, Mississippi and there was a mockingbird that was flying from the River to the other side of town. I was meant to follow it with my mind, receiving telepathic messages from the bird about its whereabouts. I got really lost, which is unexpected because I know the town so well.
Mockingbirds giveth and taketh away. You pay for the joys of listening to their songs by having to put up with their dive bombing and other cranky behavior.
Love the red thought pellets.
And who really knows Natchez?
Yeah, I had actually already posted it and then took it down, added the red thought pellets, rephotographed and reposted. Good point regarding Ntz, disorientation always a possibility.