In a realm where reality danced with whimsy and the absurd, there existed a yonderland unlike any other. It was a place where the laws of physics frolicked hand in hand with the imagination, and where tales of the bizarre found their home.
In this peculiar land, there lay the enigmatic Bay of Stinking Waters, a place where the air was thick with mystery and the scent of adventure mingled with the odor of decay. It was a haven for strange creatures, both big and small, who inhabited its murky depths and misty shores.
One peculiar day, amidst the fog that veiled the aqueous realm, this curious observer found himself peering through a viewing scope. With each turn of the lens, the world around them seemed to warp and bend, revealing a spectacle beyond comprehension.
Through the gazing glass, I beheld a band of diminutive critters, no taller than a teacup, scurrying about the rugged shoreline. These creatures, known to me as the Tidgetrotters, were guardians of the bay, sworn to protect its secrets from the intrusion of outsiders.
With their miniature frames and steely determination, the Tidgetrotters embarked on their daily patrol, circling the point with precision and purpose. Armed with tools fashioned from driftwood and seaweed, they labored tirelessly to fortify their makeshift vessel, a ramshackle ship cobbled together from the flotsam and jetsam of the shore.
Their ship, a patchwork of mismatched planks and tangled vines, creaked and groaned as it bobbed upon the briny waves. Yet, despite its precarious construction, the Tidgetrotters navigated it with skill and finesse, weaving through treacherous currents and rocky shoals with the grace of seasoned sailors.
As they patrolled the perimeter of the ethereal currents, the Tidgetrotters remained ever vigilant, keeping watch for any sign of trouble or impending danger. With keen eyes and quick reflexes, they thwarted the advances of would-be colonists, repelling them with a combination of cunning and resourcefulness.
But their duties did not end there. In addition to defending their liquid domain from outsiders, the Tidgetrotters also tended to its ecological balance, preserving its delicate ecosystem with tender care. They planted seaweed gardens along the shoreline, nurtured by the brackish waters that ebbed and flowed with the tides.
And so, the Bay of Stinking Waters remained a sanctuary of wonder and enchantment, guarded by the steadfast vigilance of its diminutive protectors. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its golden glow upon the shimmering waves, the Tidgetrotters continued their eternal patrol, bound by duty and devotion to their beloved bay.
This illustration series was started in mid 2023 by myself, Don Krumpos. They are drawn primarily with watercolor, charcoal pencil and India ink on Bristol The prints are made with my original illustrations, and are printed on high quality 250gsm paper at 5 inches x 5 inches with a fold at the top.