I used to live in the heart of Georgia Peach country. I was in a tiny lazy orchard town right next to an interstate going south. I stayed inside most of the time and worked on my art. In the summer it was too hot and too humid. In the winter it was cold sparkly, crunchy and sometimes gray and wet. But it wasn’t comfortable. I used to drive with my grandma to a peach orchard even farther out in the country. Everything was green. The skys were puffy with nimbus clouds and the thunderstorms were regular. I don’t miss the thunderstorms. Or the humidity.
About Mac McRae
I am an illustrator who makes whimsical monsters for companies that are young at heart.