Oil painting
As expected of Motohiro, who continues to go to the aquarium, he drew a lot of fish.
Picking up acorns
Elenoce and I accompanied Mom because she was going to pick up acorns. It was fine and sunny. While Mom was picking acorns, and she spoke to me from a distance, but her voice was obscured by the dog's footsteps stomping on the dry leaves.
Autumn, isn't it?