As I slowly drift off for a late afternoon snooze I think of my country home; missing it. I imagine a summer’s evening, as I walk along the roadside heading toward my house after a well enjoyed hour of nature. Then all at once, out of nowhere, I hear the clapping of hundreds of wings as birds take flight for refuge in the trees that surround my property for the evening; only to bring joy to my ears in the wee hours of the following morning. I awake from the sounds of the wings in my mind and recall the scene. Was that a summer evening or a fall evening? I’m not sure. Though the sky possessed warm colors and the trees mildly glowed of yellows and gold, the evening air felt of summer. So I paint what I had seen and felt in my afternoon snooze.
Watercolor on 140 lb. watercolor paper