I got out today on the bicycle for the first time since the rains came through. My knee healed up nice from my recent attempt at bicycle slip n’ sliding. The hills around were looking quite refreshed. I know the water table is still low, but it’s good to see some evidence we’re on the right track. At the very least I’m on the right track.
From a bicycle birding adventure a couple weeks ago. Since I’m currently sitting around with stitches in my knee from a bicycle mis-adventure. Looking back at some pictures from this fall. I’m excited to get out again soon and explore more California hills.
When all was said and done yesterday I found myself wondering the last time I saw the color blue on the end of my brush. I scribbled down a Scrub Jay before I went to bed. Tonight after working on a different project I colored it in.
And to my delight saw blue on the end of the brush again.
“Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.
There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps alone.”
-Robert Hunter, “Ripple”.
My first Kestrel in true watercolor. I had stuck to watercolor pencil finding the paint form to be too challenging. A good friend gave me the nudge to dive in, and the process has been far more entertaining and enjoyable than I had ever imagined. While I haven’t begun to scratch the surface of its potential, at least so far my kestrel doesn’t look like a ninja pigeon.