Sunday, April 27, 2008
A sketch for Illustration Friday. Outhouses are something real from my past. When I moved to New Hampshire as a child, we lived in an old cabin that was fascinating to me. An outhouse, a hand pump well, a wood stove, lots and lots of mosquitoes, and giant luna moths at night on the screens. After that we lived in another cabin with an outhouse (always fun in the middle of the night). As we built our house, we upgraded to a "new" fresh wood outhouse, with a deeper hole into the earth. What a treat!