Tag: birds

Boids

Toity poiple boids all poiched in a twee, toity poiple boids all choiping at me!

These guys were all lined up on the rocks, not trees, below the bike path in Pacific Grove. No idea what they are but they created lines and patterns, rather camouflaged, which took a bit to discern initially.

Lomo Metropolis, Nikon FM2n, 100mm Series E.

Along the Coast

I’ve been in a foggy mood lately – could it be matching my aggravation with the coronavirus and all the social restrictions it is placing on us? I have been rather out of it for the past several days, so today I decided that, no matter what I felt I had to do, a painting with a cheerful theme would be the day’s beginning! Nothing like a beautiful day at the seaside with a good wind and a brilliant sun to cast away those doldrums.

A Lonely Coastline

Continuing my water and fog series, and my simplification attempts as well. Here, another deserted coastline, with a few birds.

What is it about a lonely beach? It’s spooky, it’s sad, it’s exciting, and quiet. If the sun is trying to break through, the warmth begins to disperse the fog. Hopeful. Sun. If it is heavy weather, the sky lowers and threatens. Cold. Damp. Dangerous.

Fluid paper, limited palette of ultramarine, sap and Hooker’s greens, burnt umber and raw sienna, and a bit of alizarin. Probably other colors, too – hard to remember where the brush wandered.

Iowa Flappers

A couple of months ago  I posted the live link to the webcam of the eagle’s nest in Decorah, Iowa.  At that point,the eaglets were tottering around and just a few days out of the egg.  Today, they are grown into young eagles as big as their parents.  Still dependent on their parents for food, they are now practicing flying by flapping and flapping their wings.

Today, one is able to get a bit airborne.  The other is not far behind.  A third, though, has me a bit worried – it likes to stay lying down for the most part it seems, even though it does get up to walk around the nest.    Since I can’t tell them apart, it may be a different one that stays lying down while the others wander and flap.

Eventually, the eaglets will fly to a branch.  And then another, and then soar away.  I am  not sure at what age they become fully independent, but it is always exciting to watch them grow and flap and fly every year.