It wasn’t Black Muddy River sounds that reached my ears there.
She was like a driftwood Skelton, drinking from the empty plastic night.
I fit into place like a bag of nails on a long car ride.
I began to believe I forgot my ribcage at home the way she looked through me.
The view from the balcony was beautiful but to have to look through my eyes was painful.
With chlorine swimming pool eyes.
This constant contact with concrete I’d rather for go.
So bounce a bottle cap off the sliding door and into an open cooler, think of something clever to say…
“I’ve got business here like a sea captain in the desert”.
Words find me while I look for a raven in a crowded sketchbook.
I cut and sanded the plywood over the tailgate of my truck out in the parking lot today after work.
There’s still sawdust on the asphalt at 1am. The wind will take it soon enough I resolved.
I used two Dixon #2 pencils to bring to focus the Hawk I was seeing in the wood grain.
It’s a Zone-Tailed Hawk, native to southern California, Arizona, and Mexico.
But another of many birds I’ve only seen in books, and my pencil work.
Gliding between wing beats, that’s how it will stay on this page.
Until I set it loose in paint sometime not long from now.
The Great Gray Owl has been of interest to me lately. The largest of our Owls in North America. They hunt over forest clearings and nearby open space by night.
The rings on the face make the yellow eyes appear smaller.
This was my initial sketch after just looking over a few photographs and books. Further studies will yield better illustrations I’m confident.
Two years ago when I decided I wanted to write and illustrate my own collection of birds, I was uncertain of my capabilities of capturing the nuances of the Owls. While I’m still far from mastering it, I do see delightful progress in the direction I desire.