Remember when a box could become a house or a place to hide? We would make our son some elaborate houses with windows and opening doors from big cardboard boxes. When we were kids we would pile up in the back of a pickup truck on the dark of night and watch falling stars on a silent highway between Dallas and Alvarado. We would sit for hours and study the face of a grasshopper or how a tarantula would come in and out of the ground? These were times for discoveries ... and I miss them. Discover more at Illustration Friday.
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