I get nice north light over the desk where I paint.
The view is of our back yard and our plum tree.
Today the passing scene was a welcome distraction
from some composition problems.
One of the first robins of the year arrived.
A brisk wind fluffed out his shirt and showed his undershorts.
Even as snow began to threaten he sang for spring.
Next a gang of starlings arrived. The left-over plums
had thawed into a fermented mess; a banquet for these rowdies.
Check out the speckled pattern in their coats
and how the rainbow of light in their black feathers
sets off their red boots.
Now the snow was really starting to come down.
The squirrel was trying to warm his toes.
He was sucking up his courage to
sprint from the cherry tree to get his share of plums.
Some quick bounces...
...a stop to check for danger...
He made it to the base of the plum tree but the
fruit was covered in snow. DRAT!
The warmish days had turned everything to mush.
He finally found several solid plums, munched them down and left.
Later the starlings were back. The snow messed up their picnic too.
But it didn't stop them from enjoying a little more plum brandy.
Wednesday I'm heading for the woods with my daughter.
We're going to get in some snowshoeing before winter is all gone.