Hogs tend to be in good spirits when they are buried in the wet earth
with their heads exposed. This morning, I had time for three sketches of
this one as it rested near a bush full of bright red berries.
still give me the willies. I think it's their random, beady little eyes
that get to me, and how they float silently through the park.
Sometimes, they seem to appear out of nowhere, or form clusters that
resemble the bare tree canopies of winter.