Another Breughel-esque tapestry of kerdoodle life. This is Kerdoolia, in all its glory.
There’s a place near my Alberta home called Kicking Horse Pass. That’s the origins of this contribution.
I know, the saying is about drinking, but I couldn’t resist the natural equine antipathy toward getting cleaned up.
I recently had occasion to do a fair amount of painting in a very old house, and yes, there were footsteps when I was alone in the house which I couldn’t explain.