It’s the Year of the Rooster. I remembered I had this photo and I thought it was a rooster, then I noticed its tail. Peacock, it is, then. Maybe it can be Week of the Peacock.

It’s the Year of the Rooster. I remembered I had this photo and I thought it was a rooster, then I noticed its tail. Peacock, it is, then. Maybe it can be Week of the Peacock.

Any form of art is a form of power; it has impact, it can affect change – it can not only move us, it makes us move. ~~ Ossie Davis (18 December 1917 – 04 February 2005)

I sketched this on my own. No YouTube video this time for guidance. I find feathers particularly hard, but I tried one anyway.

This might be a hawk feather.

I think this is “good” on two levels: (1) I took the time to sketch it and (2) it shows progress. But I wouldn’t call it a good sketch of the feather. There is still lots of room for improvement.
I popped on down to San Antonio for a stroll along the beautiful riverwalk. There were some birds there, of course.



You looking at me? (How do birds turn their heads like that?)
I came home with a lot of blurred duck photos. I just can’t seem to figure out the manual settings for my camera for moving objects. However, this last photo is a happy accident. I really like it. I couldn’t have gotten this blurred result if I tried.

I came home one day to find this outside my front door. Just feathers. No blood, no body parts, just feathers. I jumped to the conclusion that a hawk cornered a pigeon or dove on our front doorstep.

