crayon, ink, watercolor
At night, Mr. Tern stares off into space from the tipmost top of a tall spruce tree. The silvery moon glows and touches everything. Everything except Mr. Tern! He can only wonder. He is a camera obscura: Through the holes in his eyes, the moon has formed an image inside of his head and there it resides through all of its lunar phases. Mr. Tern loves the moon and how, at times, he thinks that it follows him and even takes an interest in his comings and goings. During the day, he makes little moon shrines and guides the sailors to their destinations.
Hooray for Mr. Tern and hooray for the moon!