You can't pay attention to trees without noticing the biker gang of the bird world
This past September I set out to focus my attention on the trees and some tangled deadfall that was nearby, when I went out to visit, contemplate, and observe how the light hit this tree line every early evening, for the most part, I could tune out the other things easily...the curious chipmunks, low flying planes from Pease, loud dump trucks, neighborhood dogs barking, diving nuthatches making peeping sounds...but the one thing that kept absolutely demanding my attention over and over was the biker gang of the bird world...the crows.
I just shifted my focus over to them and started sketching to satisfy their demands for attention even they didn't much comply with staying still or quiet.
He brings his hands up to his mouth to cup a hand-made megaphone and bellows out another ridiculously loud "CAHHHHH! CAHHHHH!" which is so loud that the crowd in the mall instantly quiets as the sound echoes off the tall ceilings and radiates into space and time...and as my face gets redder and I smirk uncontrollably at his lack of embarrassment, he disappears back into the store from which he came.
I never told my friends it was my Gramps, I always figured it was "our" thing that I would hold close forever.
Two of the charcoal crows that I sketched are available in my studio shop HERE
or click on the images above
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