"Barns can have a unique blend of smells. Old, sun-baked wood. Dry dust. The tang of leather, the scent of sawdust. The crackly, sweet smell of the hay, stacked high.
No matter how carefully baled, there's always a drift of loose hay, making a soft bed. So inviting, it calls for three young fillies to settle down in the warm afternoon, breathing in the grassy memories of last summer. Sleep comes soon after."
A year's passage, a year's improvement. This is a remake of my picture 'Naptime' fav.me/d51jq6z
. Every day there's something new to learn, along with frustrations and setbacks.
Note: Working on this picture made me yawn SO MANY TIMES. Every time I looked at Apple Bloom I had to yawn.
Sketch version on my tumblr: tinyurl.com/mzvvbg7