Wednesday, April 21, 2010
I'm settled down to paint this Trout Lily at 17:30, and it's a good thing I began with the blossom - because by 18:00 it is closing early for the night, along with all of the other Trout Lilies as far as I can see across the forest floor. A great tall old snag rears its ghost-like profile vaguely above the delicate green mist of opening leaves, and looking higher I notice the moon curving pale in the baby blue sky.
A Gray Tree Frog calls a few times at 18:10, and a Barred Owl hoots "Who cooks for you-all" from the swampy Cedar woods to the west at 18:35, answered right away from the north by another with a voice a couple of tones higher. They call back and forth a few times, and then fall silent, leaving evening song to the Robins.
I painted very comfortably here until 20:00, with no need for the extra sweater I brought, and no mosquito bites.
Posted by Aleta Karstad at 12:56 PM