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...
A breaking wave holds almost more beauty beneath than from above. The chaos and power that brings a ...
Do you believe in fairies? Neither do I. But if I did, their earthly forms would be hummingbirds. We...
I still have to work a job these days to keep a roof over my head, lights on, obtain food for the ba...