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that the biggest storm of the season
is on its way...
no'reasters are notorious
for their unpredictability.
the level of activity at our
bird feeders is an accurate prediction
then yes! gather ye stores while ye may!
but i think all it means is that
we have put fresh seed out
and fresh cakes of suet
and it's cold
and there are no predators about.
this little fellow
a Carolina wren
was staring intently at the woodpecker
on the suet cage
trying to decide
when to jump on over.
in certain light
the warm colors of his body glow.
he pondered long enough
for me to grab a pencil and sketchbook
but i had to wrestle the colors on my own.
because scans of my color drawings or sketches
are so washed out or distorted
i've taken to coloring in with a mouse-pen in photoshop
inspired by Elaine's (monkeypaints) birds of yore.
(she is not currently blogging but promises to return one day
and i am eager for that day to come)
in the meantime
i enjoy experimenting with the new skills
Elaine encouraged me to explore.
And a heap 'o thanks (i guess a touch of St. Pat's Day jocularity has infected me) to all of you who left such skind comments of encouragement on the last post, re my project. i'm gathering the photos, cropping, drawing, designing and writing...i hope to have something to show in May...which may be overly ambitious but the stretching and eagerness feels good. Very good.
P. S. to Marly: the title, "Her Front Door" came into my head, along with a yet-secret-story that spontaneously imprinted itself onto my imagination as i stood on the side of a road one August morning, in East Sussex, England and viewed the door through my camera's viewfinder. My front door...or i should say, the door we use most often, will most likely appear in the project that now fevers my brain. i loved the "seedy" front garden, cottage and door, too.