40/365 Red Dragon

My father gave me this little guy. He was handmade in Bangor, Wales, in 1980. Sadly his right wing broke during the last housemove, but I glued it back on. He ususally sits on top of a chest of drawers in our bedroom, but I brought him downstairs today, dusted him off and took his portrait. Its one of a few little things that remind me of my Dad who died from cancer in 1984. The alternative shot for today was more snow and ice. 'nough said.