When I was a kid I got a twenty five foot dragon kite for my birthday or some other special occasion.  TWENTY FIVE FEET!  It might as well have been a thousand, for it was the most glorious thing once I got it up into the air.  My very own dragon lazily twisting in the wind.  More fish than lizard, he lunged and weaved wildly, yet under my control.  He trusted me.  Though tragedy loomed around the suspended telephone line that crossed the otherwise most open section of our country yard.  His end would be a slow one displayed for all to see, irretrievably tangled along the metal line, and ebbing away over the course of the next year.  Consider this an apology.

Dragon Kite (Round 1)

Dragon Kite (Round 1)

Corel Painter. 45 min. (this round)

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