Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Nothing showing fern green until I finally spot one. I squat down to examine it to see if I can find a good composition, and once I get down to fiddlehead level, there's another one, right next to it, and over to the right, another - a cluster of tightly coiled fronds just beginning to shrug off their copper-coloured flakey blankets. It's certainly too early to harvest, but I've found what I came to paint!
I settle down into my low stool and paint very fast, starting with a medium-dark, bluish purple underpainting. As the sun sets, a Leopard Frog growls in the bend of the creek nearby. Later, a Spring Peeper calls (next time I'll bring a watch so I can record times), and as I pack up with the last light, I hear a distant chorus of Toads.