It's been years since I've even looked at the photos of old paintings in the photo album. So these paintings look fresh to me. They represent a good chunk of my creative history. I'm not sure whether I have improved at all as a painter. It seems that you gain ground in one area, and lose it in another.
There were (Mexican) Spotted Owls in the White Mountains in Arizona, where I lived for 19 years. They were restricted to a few remote canyons along the Mogollon Rim. I went looking for them several times, with no luck.