Sometimes It would seem, the words I want to write are buried by drawings. Much like the leaf piles in my youth. I cherish the fall time in the Great Lakes. Raking the leaves or sketching the form allows me to briefly move past to the next. Some of the words get clearer but there are always more leaves and images. This realization could drive one mad if it weren’t for a children’s perspective kept intact. And I do take delight in diving into the pile of inspiration I gathered in the yard of my imagination. If only to show it to you tomorrow and again.
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.
Tonight I finished my 5 plates of Warblers. After I finished I went out for a bike ride in the night. I rode through town and out past some cow pastures. On my way I saw a great big Barn Owl on the wing. It flew silent over an empty lot. It seems like when a project or journey ends there’s some kind of remorse, but that owl reminded me my journey has just begun.
I’ve all ready started a few more birds of prey, like the Red-Tail shown here. I plan on making a series of various birds of prey in flight over then next few weeks.
Thank you for stopping by and joining me on my adventure in bird illustrations/life.
This is from plate 4, the Cerulean Warbler.