I once read a story about a little boy who goes a' wandering and meets up with a talking scarecrow.
Together they go on some wonderful adventures around the countryside. They meet other talking objects. They see the world.
The story has all the hall marks of a best seller. There's romance - the scarecrow falls in love with a straw broom they find in a barn. There's danger - the scarecrow must brave the flickering infestuous flames of the camp fire. And there's intrigue - who is the talking scarecrow? What does he metaphorically mean? Is he the embodiment of our own inner psyche?
Or, perhaps, when every thing is said and done, is the scarecrow just a talking scarecow?
Unfortunately I never finished the story (it was due back at the library and I have already mortgaged one house to pay my library fines)..... and I don't know who wrote it, or whether the scarecrow really was a metaphor for my inner demon(s). But it was fun. And gave me the idea for this illustration.
But why the little boy is out in the field at night, and why the candle is still alight remains to be seen.
Thank you for looking. Please click the pictures if you like big pictures :)