Playing in the backyard again today.
I’ve been tripping over this one outlined in pencil for a couple days. Tonight I picked it up again and put some pen marks on it. Its sort of a California Thrasher, but I also see some Cuckoo in there too. That’s the fun with the pen lines here.
Like finding former presidents or cartoon characters in the clouds above…or maybe not.
I made this with a couple pens the other evening. I had the radio on and it played a song I liked a long time ago.
I enjoying the crows I see around town. This morning on my way to work I watched one dropping a walnut from the power lines above into the street below. His crow friends were watching and chattering loudly. All eyeing up his bounty, waiting for a car to unlock the goods. As soon as it did all alliances were voided in the chase for survival. Such as the deeds are all ways done day to day, whether we see it or not.
I see a lot of human traits in the crows around here and everywhere I’ve traveled. They chase each other like children on a playground. Holler loudly at passer byers like a drunk down town. Stand stoic like a poet lost in thought.
They embody well the poems with wings I strive to pin down on a page. Black as the night, but full of color.
A “throwback” from last December. A crow finds its nest has hatched a city. The crow has a sort of Audubon “wired” pose. As much as I enjoy working towards a “scientifically accurate” bird drawing. I find that its a lot of fun to just mess around and make a skyline where one isn’t.
Life is too short to be taken seriously, bird drawings included.