I started a new calendar on the wall, (a lot of us recently did I believe). With that I’ve been upping my game with owls. One of the more difficult subjects for me to paint. These were so much fun, while frustrating. A project full of lessons and development.
I am very grateful for another year here painting you birds and sharing the beauty of our planet the best way I can. Thank you for sharing this planet with me. You make it a home planet.
Putting together the third of a four panel collection. Falcons of North America. Already completed are the Kestrel and Prairie Falcon.
The Great Gray Owl sits on a special shelf of birds in the storage closet of my heart.
Their commanding presence and piercing eyes.
I also enjoy their Latin name Strix nebulosa. It reminds me of the nickname my sister gave me, Nebula.
So today I talked to my sister on the phone, and put a Gray in a nebula of my own.
This fall I started a series of raptor paintings.
I broke them into groups. Tonight I finished the first group. Six buteos common to North America.
I learned a lot about the birds while working on these. Taking weekend trips to Hawk Hill in Marin, Ca. to watch the fall raptor migration. Aided by the great people at the Golden Gate Raptor Observatory, I learned how to better distinguish these birds in flight. And spending hours looking at photographs and painting color studies, I improved my technique for laying them out in a suitable fashion on the page. I’m excited to learn so much more.
A labor of love for learning about these amazing creatures and sharing their wonder with those around me.
With these last few raptor paintings I have slowed myself down a lot. Putting additional hours into smaller details than I had before. I have enjoyed taking as much time as I can, it has yielded a new quality and depth.
But honestly I am just glad to be sitting on a chair in California drawing birds and I want to draw those moments out as long as I can (no pun intended).
Thank you for having me here to document your birds Earth. And thank you for stopping by to read my nonsense.
Between the branches they come around one after another.
I watched their tiny circus act till my eyelids were too heavy to hold up.
My concrete bridges over Fox river eyes.
The first making its mark on the hood of my truck, awakening me with a start.
Only to end in laughter when I saw the guilty parties scurry away.
Some good days begin with laughter.
They take me to a golden sienna morning either long ago or that maybe never happened.
The lyrics in your eyes beckon a smile from under the rock pile that is my days since you left.
It’s different here now. I wouldn’t know how to explain it. Though if I had the chance to talk, I could think of better things to discuss.
I took a trip to visit with my family in Michigan. It was fantastic to connect with them and the peaceful place that is Northern Michigan.