It may be spring, but in my neck of the woods, Mother Nature takes one springy step forward and then two frosty steps back. A crocus or two have emerged, but nothing much that’s green has appeared yet. In the swamp however, the migratory birds are back, and all of our bird population is busy with checking out mates and real estate.
All of the photos I’m bombarding you with, were captured yesterday or just a few days prior.
That’s what I’ve been doing-falling and dancing, dancing and falling. I’m painting with a fervent urgency. In the past month, I have worked through eight oil paintings. Four I’ve discarded, four are still in play. I’ll share with you what remains viable when I finish.
The transition of seasons reflects my process, lately. I’m hoping that pruning work that fails to stretch me this fall will result in stronger work come spring. Hope the new season inspires your creativity as well.
This lovely box turtle newly emerged from hibernation, crawled away from his winter home, still sleepy.
A tiny painted turtle having a look around.
A frog just up from the mud.
Lots of mating activity.
A snack after mating.
One of the resident nesting pair of geese, enjoying a little time away from nest sitting duties.
A few of the swamp’s little inhabitants.
Still life with geese and turtle;)