Sunday, October 29, 2006

Smitten


I began to illustrate this poem to commemorate the coming of fall while I was trying to come up with an idea for smitten. But the expression on the boy scarecrow's face ended up looking kind of gobsmacked and goofy as if he was astonished that the girl would be waving at him. Who really knows what goes on in the cornfield?

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