This was a magical day painting. As I was standing at my easel I heard the gallop of a horse, then saw it running toward me. It saw me and stopped on the far side of the arbor. There aren't horses at Riverbend so, where did it come from? After watching me, blowing air through it's nostrils, it turned and galloped back through the field. If you stand in one place for a length of time it is remarkable what
you observe. The next was an indigo bunting,(a bird I'd never seen before) landed on a poppy. It was
so beautiful, the feathers almost irridescent in places. To my suprise it flew towards me and landed on top of the umbrella I was painting under. I looked up and could see its shadow on my umbrella.
This was a magical day painting. As I was standing at my easel I heard the gallop of a horse, then saw it running toward me. It saw me and stopped on the far side of the arbor. There aren't horses at Riverbend so, where did it come from? After watching me, blowing air through it's nostrils, it turned and galloped back through the field. If you stand in one place for a length of time it is remarkable what
you observe. The next was an indigo bunting,(a bird I'd never seen before) landed on a poppy. It was
so beautiful, the feathers almost irridescent in places. To my suprise it flew towards me and landed on top of the umbrella I was painting under. I looked up and could see its shadow on my umbrella.