Back at the wheel

What....? Having narrowly escaped falling into Moorish refridgerators, outrun hovering vultures, avoided being flattened by tractor wheels, running away from snakes and surviving wild mushrooms I return to find blogland is more complicated than driving blindfold.

Alí Arango 2012. Drume Negrita. Arr: Leo Brouwer. (Home Recording. Berlin)

Milonga - Cardoso (play a piece of one´s own composition)

Framed

Relentless burning heat. Even the handle on the gate is too hot to touch. Bare feet impossible. Rover next door howling at the sky.
I discover to my amazement that I am incapable of framing a drawing. Two right angles, one curved and one missing. Almost a description of myself...

What kind of dog?

The sun is strong enough to fry eggs on the flagstones.
 The above is done mainly in Artrage...which is guaranteed to bring back memories of jumbo packs of coloured crayons and felt pens. It even has glitter and gloop pens.

Ratbag sis & bro

It is too hot. I think my brain may be dissolving.