After a devistating year, my brother tried to cheer up my mom with a tradition from her childhood.  A Christmas train scene.

A couple of glass plates from a camera I came across the other day.

An antique salesman model of a 1800 waterwheel.

I found this moment in the corner of my studio fascinating. My drawing implement old and new.

A pitcher I found (I forget where). That got me thinking of the ignorance behind my understanding of things outside of my Eurocentric upbringing.