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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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.  

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