The sound of bullfrogs singing a deep G note, birds trilling, egrets and blue heron splashing, ducks diving, golden eagles gliding overhead, and the soft inner voice riding upon the wind induce a tranquil state in which to focus on a day of painting en plein air.
Spanish moss gracefully rocks back and forth on the old oak trees, a loyal friend in every season. Some day I will bring a lawn chair and succumb to its pearly sashay; I will dream of beauty unseen.
Spring is blooming at the Refuge The grasses and new buds are that acid green that I love. I noted at least 8 different types of wildflowers.
The Raccoon Island Trail was a perfect spot to paint. The yellow and purple wildflowers are glorious. And two alligators watched me as I painted. I left my car door unlocked in case I needed to bolt.
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|"Wildflowers Along Raccoon Island Trail"|
9 x 12, acrylic fingerpainting on canvas