View from the driver's seat of my car. Look, up in the tree! What is it?It's too big to be a hawk ... is that an eagle up there?
He's huge! Oh, wait! I didn't mean to frighten you!
Bald eagles don't get their white feathers until they are 5 years old.
Mom comes to the rescue!
I can actually hear the wind riffling through the feathers on her wings!I've been feeling dry lately. Working on Kitty's book puts me into an analytical part of my mind. I'm sorting, writing, editing, cutting, pasting, and working from a disciplined, critical mindset. Stepping into the studio is a joke. There is absolutely no room for creativity. Yesterday I even questioned whether I was a painter or not.
Lucky for me, I have some solutions for this dry feeling. I call it "Soul Sipping." It's like a cool cup of water for my thirsty soul. A break in the rain allowed me to go to the Ridgefield National Wildlife Refuge.
How do you Soul Sip?
4 comments:
wow--what photos! You are lucky to live where you live where you can see this type of thing...it never seems routine though, does it? beaaautttiful.
Do you think that young eagle is even hunting for himself yet? He looked like he was just stretching his wings but not serious about flying off. I can't think of any other reason for "mom" to keep hanging around.
I watched the young eagle and his mother fly together for a long time. He was awkward in his lift off, but he still got out of the tree and flew across the refuge.
It was only when Mama was flying that all of the other birds scattered. Yeah, she's got the reputation out there, all right!
Katherine,
I like how you took us through the experience.
One of my favorites is getting up to paint the sunrise. If I even just get out there, I want to paint.
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