This is my latest painting. A Harpy Eagle, 12x16". I dont have a title for it yet.
Seeing one of these in the wild was one of my greatest birding goals. I finally got it in Ecuador about three and a half years ago. What a major thrill. Now I want to see the Phillipines Eagle. That's not likely to happen.
For the last several evenings, I have been photographing the end of Autumn in the field next door. I really like the way that the light of the setting sun iluminates the snow on the hillsides.
The light changes by the minute.
The snow line slowly creeps down the mountains toward the town.
Most of the trees are bereft of their leaves, but there are always a few hangers on.
Weed seed heads of some sort.
There are still a few sad, Daisies losing their battle against the cold.
Fireweed seed heads.
Another Fireweed seed head.
A rain puddle dried up. The mud cracked. Now it's coated by a fine film of frost.
The rain puddles that did'nt dry up, are freezing fast.
I like the abstract patterns of the frozen water.
The full moon rose over the mountains, just after the sun went down. Now it's time for dinner.
Seeing one of these in the wild was one of my greatest birding goals. I finally got it in Ecuador about three and a half years ago. What a major thrill. Now I want to see the Phillipines Eagle. That's not likely to happen.
For the last several evenings, I have been photographing the end of Autumn in the field next door. I really like the way that the light of the setting sun iluminates the snow on the hillsides.
The light changes by the minute.
The snow line slowly creeps down the mountains toward the town.
Most of the trees are bereft of their leaves, but there are always a few hangers on.
Weed seed heads of some sort.
There are still a few sad, Daisies losing their battle against the cold.
Fireweed seed heads.
Another Fireweed seed head.
A rain puddle dried up. The mud cracked. Now it's coated by a fine film of frost.
The rain puddles that did'nt dry up, are freezing fast.
I like the abstract patterns of the frozen water.
The full moon rose over the mountains, just after the sun went down. Now it's time for dinner.

































