On today's walk Skip and I saw a white egret. We usually see the lordly blue herons, but an egret sighting is less common. I don't know why... because egrets and herons are biologically identical. Native Americans see a heron/egret as a symbol of going with the flow, and working with the elements of Mother nature rather than struggling against her. #portland#neportland#columbiariverslough#blueheron#egret#dailywalk#winter2019
A water snake glided smoothly up the pool, twisting its periscope head from side to side; and it swam the length of the pool and came to the legs of a motionless heron that stood in the shadows. A silent head and beak lanced down and plucked it out by the head, and the beak swallowed the little snake while its tail waved frantically.
While on holiday on the Oregon coast a few weeks ago, there were two families of blue herons in a tree next to where we were staying. One morning around sunrise ten of them burst from the tree and circled for a while. This doesn't quite capture it, but the memory is vivid.
Currently sitting alone in the distillery in the mountains, kinda wishing I could be sitting on a beach drinking somewhere. Instead, here's probably the best wildlife picture I've taken to date. Excuse the grainy quality, blame samsung. #nature#beach#blueheron#stgeorgeisland#wildlife
~Learning to draw again~
If you don't yet know I've been feverishly trying to get back on the horse and draw again. Yet in the space of a month a lot has changed especially in my interest.
I used to call myself a watercolour artist and be very specific to that and for a time it was fun, I've come to realise my habits more and know that I can not specify my style nor can I limit my medium. As an artist whether I get any further then I already have I don't think my wants will be able to limit itself to a singular form or subject. There are artist that draw flowers all day, or animal and even landscape scenes. It's all very beautiful and it's all a delight in the eyes but for me it feels like I'm inside a box that is shrinking and all that's happening is I'm becoming suffocated by it.
I'm rediscovering my style of art i.e subject, and the narrative of my pieces, I'm enjoying graphite sketches simplifying my process was the necessary evil, because I felt like a gimmick of my former self.
I'm leaving everything that held me down, as well as everything that feels so temporary that comes and goes at their pleasure. Thus I'm slowly getting my hand back and enjoying creating for me again.
Last week at lake Taneycomo, I got a few shots of a #blueheron rookery. I’d probably be a much better fisherman if I spent more time #fishing and less time watching the wildlife! But I think these birds are beautiful.