Homesick

Sundays in April remind me of trout season. My neighbors always had an opening day party and the creek was filled with canoes, kayaks and people wading and fishing. 

I was blessed to have spent eleven years living next to the creek. Great blue herons frequently fished outside my window and kingfishers bulleted down the stream, always dead center and on a mission. Occasionally a beaver would swim by or a kestrel, eagle or wild turkey would visit. Hummingbirds sipped nectar from the bergamot every summer, and a flock of cedar waxwings made their annual visit. One year I got to see a robin teach her baby to fly! 

Inspiration was abundant and the paint brush danced! Fish, insects, turtles, mallards, chipmunks . . . 

Many of my paintings were done on stone, the perfect natural canvas for capturing my visitors. 

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