This morning, I discovered a hidden treasure at the bottom of a pile of sketchbooks– my nature journal. I began it in 2005 & stopped sketching in it late 2010. The pictures have inspired me to spend time in my yard, rediscovering the beauty right here at home.
Often, I pick up interesting objects when I walk the dogs. Eventually, they make their way into my sketchbook.
Mourning doves are probably my favorite birds. I love their coo as they call to one another from rooftops or telephone lines. This one built a nest in my front yard which afforded me the time to draw her & blend my colored pencils to replicate the gray-lavender of her feathers. As her black eyes peered into mine, I couldn’t help but wonder what she was thinking.
Sometimes, things grow so slowly that the change is hardly noticeable. Here are drawings of my maple tree 5 years apart. While it has been home to many birds who find safety in the birdhouses I place there year after year, I hope the tree is strong enough to embrace a nest this year.
This reaffirms my passion for all things natural but specifically for the local beauty of the area where I live.