When I scanned the painting, I accidentally scanned it in grayscale first. I decided I liked how it came out and thought I would add it at the bottom.
|Fir IslandOne of the amazing things about living here is the diversity We have everything from heavily wooded old growth forests to quiet beaches to marshy wetlands. Fir Island is one of those wetlands that is favored by many of the local and visiting birds, from bald eagles to swans and snow geese. According to Wikipedia, over 180 species of birds have been sighted in this area over the last year. It also says there, “Important internationally, this population and one that winters in California, are the only Snow Geese that migrate between Eurasia and North America and the only remnant still extant in Eurasia.”|
|Upon entering the area, one first casts eyes on the barren trees reaching up from the marshy pools under them. A wooded dancer in a private ritual to entice the sun to join her in her silent revelry.|
|Rounding a bend the sun had broken through the clouds, a small family of ducks tracing the edges of the sparkling reflection.|
|Diamond spark of the sun breaks through the winter bare branches straining to see if their reflections have begun to show even the smallest hint of spring on their edges.|
|Stripped of color, the barren branches ignited by the sunlight draw thoughts of an alien terrain and ghostly wanderings.|
|The first sighting, a heron gazing about its home and bathing in the warmth of the sun.|