Little postage stamps

None of these drawings from the last week exactly worked out, but I always respond to the appeal of a collection of pictures. They benefit from the quantity, even if they're weak alone.

The guy on the bottom left cheered me up with his cap and pushed-up sunglasses. He hasn't forgotten summer. On the bottom right, the sad-looking woman - who wasn't sad-looking in real life, that's just my ineptitude - was reading Kelley Armstrong's "Stolen." The middle lady really sat as rigidly as that, but she wasn't so unfriendly-seeming as I accidentally made her out to be.