My previous husband, deceased close to thirteen years ago, was a McLeod whose ancestry was from the Isle of Lewis. This last week I've been playing with paint blobs on watercolor paper stained with Noodler's ink (Australian Rose), still damp. It took me two days to finally "see" the piper, then the fun began! Jim saw the soaring bird near his knees, so I had to make it so. I saw a different face than he did, though.
I have been reading a novel set in Scotland, so this immediately struck me. So cool!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Joyce! I had no idea that this was going to be a piper until I saw his face. I've seen plenty of them at our local Scottish Highland Games in Enumclaw, Washington.
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