Birdwatching
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...

A friend posted this on Facebook and I told her, "I simply must paint this." So I did.
There are times when light and nature and the very air weaving through it take one's breath away. A waif of a girl, wending her way carefully through a meadow, searching . . . for what? It can only be magic, and the creator of all magic in woody houses are fairies.
Another friend told me "it looks magical." That is exactly what I felt when I saw and painted it, magic.
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...
Saidi literally translates as "from Ṣa‘īd" meaning from the highland, upland, or plat...
I find it amazing that there is another world – many worlds – most of us never get to se...
There are many mystical places on Earth I’d like to visit, and one of them is the Tianzi Mount...