Nippy

Frozen Logs

Winter Frost

Two new paintings.

A bellyful of turkey and pie.

Family. 

So much to be thankful for.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Memory Fades

Remembering Mrs. W.

She always carried her cutting shears.

She loved her garden.

She was such a lady, always kind.

I don't think she knew my name.

I will forever remember hers,

though memories fade.

Float Away

Strange looking pods on the side of the road.

The seeds are perfectly arranged inside each capsule.

Each seed has its own little silk parachute.

Ready to catch the wind and float away.

Do you see the little bug? He's hiding.

Homecoming

Homecoming

Cowbirds. Forever. Eternity.

Love this song by Adele: 

Hometown Glory.

Mire

After many wet days

the ground flooded and a small bog formed.

It is cold and wet and feels like winter. 

There is a certain stillness in the air.

The osage oranges have met their watery end.

Looking

It is hard to find a little red this far south.

So I have been looking.

This is all I could find.

Silent Sky

Silent Sky

An elegy of sorts.

Who doesn't love Emily Dickinson?

The imagery in her poetry...

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul.

Be Still

Be still my heart.

I do love watching hawks soar in the sky. 

I suppose they like watching me too.

Have I told you my story about the cruelty of nature?

Outside my kitchen window.

The most high pitched, piercing cries.

A hawk had attacked a downy woodpecker.

and suddenly flew away with it caged in its talons.

Screaming into the distance.

My heart was racing.

Plumage

Ferns. Feathery. Fronds.

The flora and fauna seem to blend together.

I am diverted by a different kind of plumage.

New birds soon.

Splendid

New birds. Cardinals. 

Two words come to mind: wondrous and majestic.

As I was painting my mind wandered, as it often does...

Cardinals, Rome, the Sistine Chapel, Michelangelo.

Years ago, as an art student studying in Italy,

we had a special art history lecture in the Vatican.

It was after hours and we had a private tour of the Sistine Chapel.

Can you imagine? Two hours. No tourists, no crowds, just us.

We laid down on our backs and looked up at the frescoes.

It was wondrous and majestic.

Feathers Ruffled

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Nevermore

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Drift

Bed of Fern II

Wish I could drift off to sleep.

Alas, there is much to do.

Miles to go...

Tally Ho

While hunters and hounds were scampering about the countryside,

guess who poked his head out of the woods?

As if to say in silent mockery, 

"Catch me if you can."

Midnight Dreary

My latest bird specimen painting. 

Ravens. A male and female.

Dark, dreary, ghastly and grim. 

A little nod to Edgar Allan Poe.  

Evermore. Nevermore.