Birdwatching
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...

A friend posted this on Facebook and I told her, "I simply must paint this." So I did.
There are times when light and nature and the very air weaving through it take one's breath away. A waif of a girl, wending her way carefully through a meadow, searching . . . for what? It can only be magic, and the creator of all magic in woody houses are fairies.
Another friend told me "it looks magical." That is exactly what I felt when I saw and painted it, magic.
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...
Do you believe in fairies? Neither do I. But if I did, their earthly forms would be hummingbirds. We...
When our cats practice hunting in the house, they know no size. They are every bit the ferocious hun...
That look, the intense glare of Siamese blue eyes. If looks could kill . . . truth be told, her coat...