We twa hae run about the braes
And pou'd the gowans fine
But we've wandered mony a weary fit
Sin' auld lang syne

For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne

So between a couple of commissions, I had this idea that I wanted to work on, and it became this personal piece. Anyone who has known me for very long knows that I am quite proud of my Scottish heritage - my lineage goes in a direct, unbroken line back to the Seaforth highlanders of olden times. I like to imagine that the MacKenzies of antiquity might have done something like this on a cold winter's night in some long-ago December, but in any case, here's a picture of me and my pup  KameronSpottyfox in full clan regalia :)