Bringing it all back home.
Don’t think twice,
It’s all right.
I like the mornings where the fog makes its way into town. The path of the day is gray.
My favorite sound is of a snowplow driving down my old street at 3am in January.
That’s why I love the trains at the station here at the dead of night.
I came to California for mountains and fair-weather romance.
I was sure about the mountains, the other snuck up on me.
I like to draw birds because I believe doing so preserves my family history.
I don’t mind washing dishes, unless bbq sauce is burned onto something like a cookie sheet.
While I prefer dry socks, I love rain storms.
Books are fun to read then stack, when the stack falls. read ’em again.
I like songs with instruments played by people in them.
Breaking glass is sort of a jerk thing to do.
There are things I’ve learned following old musicians around on tour that nothing else could have taught me.
beautiful, important, childish, historic things.
I like the smell of coffee, but the taste not as much.
The only thing I like to get over my head in, is an Illinois prairie.
Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re trying to be so quiet?
Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong
She’s an artist, she don’t look back, She can take the dark out of the nighttime, And paint the daytime black.”
Stake my future on a hell of a past,
Looks like tomorrow is a coming on fast. -Robert Hunter/Bob Dylan.
I finished my perched B/w Hawk. I’m enjoying the raptors, and have also started some insect sketches. We’ll see how that works out.
She promised that she’d be right there with me, When I paint my masterpiece.
I started this blog in November. My first post was the image of the 1st plate of warblers here. I descided after finishing that first plate I would do more, and after pouring over bird guides I narrowed it down to 30 warblers total. Believe me there are more, but I didn’t want to burn myself out drawing so many similar sized birds, nor did I wish to burn out the viewer .
I couldn’t resist putting Nashville, Grace’s, and Tennessee togther on the same row. Something about the poetry I’ve spoke of before.
The Cerulean Warbler was one of my favorites, its not often I get a chance to use so much blue…except for scrub jays, Stellers jays, blue jays, and all three varieties of bluebirds…ok I guess there’s a few.
It takes a lot to laugh, it takes a train to cry.
The week of Warbler coloring has begun. Here’s one that stood out for me tonight.