Black Water Hattie

Black Water Hattie lived back in the swamp where the strange green reptiles crawl.
Snakes hang thick from the cypress trees, like sausage on a smoke house wall.
Where the swamp is alive with a thousand eyes, and all of them watching you.
Stay off the track of Hattie’s shack, in the back of the Black Bayou.

From the song, Swamp Witch Hattie, by Jim Stafford

Illustration Friday ~ Fearless

There comes a time in every rightly constructed boy’s life when he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure.
— Mark Twain

Just thought I’d show a little bit of the process that brought this fearless boy to life!