Our Garter snake in residence ate a goodbreakfast this morning, in fact I thought about
doing a chipmunk head count after seeing his
belly. I sketched him later in the day while he rested in a cement block and the belly bulge
was still very much there. After trying an ink and watercolor I decided to do another with
ink alone which I like better.
He was unsure of me to start and retreated into the hole but then decided I was no big threat and hung his head out and relaxed.
I love snakes.
I am being swallowed by your art. Here I am, the chipmunk. Looking at your posts I am reminded of a book's dedication I read recently; it's a dedication that could have been written by you:
ReplyDelete"All Frontiersmen, both White and Indian, and to everyone who may read these Tales of the Dwellers in the Wildlands with sympathy and understanding.
And especially this is written for those whose souls are longing for the freedom of the open Road, but who are prevented by the invincible decrees of Fate from ever seeing the wonders of the Wilderness save in the pages of a book."
Tales of an Empty Cabin
Grey Owl, 1888-1938
True, fate has decided that for the large part I am shackled to the means of my materialistic self, from which I strive to obtain freedom in any way I can, whether it be a moment observing the natural world around me or gaining two weeks of wonderful carefree wandering.
ReplyDeleteI find that sketching slows you down and let's you see the details and the essence.
Of course, one doesn't need to sketch, or photograph, or even write about it, just to experience and feel is enough.
I love snakes, too.
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