The day I was out painting at Accabonac Harbor was dreamlike. Out in the distance sitting on the green marsh grass was what I thought was a large piece of gray driftwood. My eyes went on to scan the panorama, searching for the composition that I would describe on my blank canvas.
Something rustled and all of a sudden, what I thought was a log of wood transformed into a soaring great blue heron with a wing span of at least 4 feet. He flew across almost overhead of where I stood by my easel and landed on the other side of the creek.
Experiences like that are truly awesome and make me feel a part of the wonder of nature.
Until next time,