Last one for tonight. This one is a personal piece with a wee story - behind my old elementary school is a freshwater pond that we called The Pit. There were rumors about cars at the bottom of The Pit and that no one really knew how deep it was, hence its name. I used to go fishing there with my father and we used hot dogs as a very effective bait; we caught mostly freshwater sun fish, the occasional perch and one time, I swear, some kind of big black catfish. The problem is that my memory is fuzzy now and I don't think that black catfish are indigenous to eastern Massachusetts, so maybe it was a loach? All I know is that it was black with a light colored belly ans whiskers.
Anyway, I've visited The Pit over the years when I am home on holidays. I have brought hot dogs and never once seen a black catfish since then. Now I wonder if it's all legend and the big guy is the size of a small dog now and commands respect from the sun fish and red eared sliders... He's become something of a totem for me, a memory of a childhood spent in the woods (most of which have been cut down, sadly).
...plus I needed to do something simple for tonight. Tomorrow is the last illustration! Need to rest up!