Inktober 2018 Day 8
Got up. Cycled to work. Worked. Cycled home. Did illustration work and cooked. And that was the official day done.
It was a warm night. Between the house and the garden shed where I do my inky splattering, the cat wanted my attention and wanted to play. The shed light illuminated a patch of garden grass big enough for me to spin around with a stick and for him to chase the stick. He would disappear into the shadows and to my surprise pop up behind me. Hunter style.