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‘If they ask you where the old man's gone
You may say you saw me leaving
If they ask you did I crawl
You may say that I was riding’
I Miss you Bill. I hope you finally got to be a cowboy.
Thank you America. For a little ray of hope in a dark time. #BidenHarris2020
#Inktober ‘Float’

“A jellyfish, if you watch it long enough, begins to look like a heart beating. Like a ghost heart, a heart you can see right through, right into some other world where everything you ever lost as gone to hide”
Ali Benjamin
#inktober2020day28
I remember once climbing to the top of a hill when I was little to get a closer look at the moon. Quite convinced a few feet would make all the difference. I had the same feeling walking in the woods this afternoon, that if only I could just get a little closer...
#inktoberday24 dig
I really struggled today and this doesn’t look the way it did in my head at all... sigh
Seamus Heaney’s poem ‘Digging’ was in my head. I dig with a brush mostly, in the loam of myself often.
Hands are hard to draw, often I get them right,sometimes I don’t
#inktober2020 ‘sleep’
When sleep it comes
The dreams are rushing clear
The hawks of morning cannot find you here
Sleep is your river, float on forever.
And for your boatman choose old John O Dreams.
Bill Caddick.
#Inktober #inktober2020day21
@NatasaIlincic Love all your work, here is a little of mine. Folklore and storytelling are most of my things. https://t.co/k4qjXKNYOp
Imagine being made into a thing of fire and spite for your cruel, murderous ways. and the only chance of redemption and release is to do one good deed in spite of your pain and hatred...to die for someone else without hesitation. That is the fate of the firewolf. #storytelling
#inktober2020day15 Outpost
‘She had only one sentinel on the outpost of her spirit, and that was the sense of touch and feeling’
From The scapegoat by Hall Caine
#inktober #InktoberOutpost