With the high water, the heron hunts from the shore at the base of the dam (charcoal pencil) |
When I try to sneak up on it, the heron spreads its mighty wings and glides away to safety. (drawn from memory) pencil, watercolor |
This time it settled near a thicket downstream on the opposite bank. (china marker crayon) |
…He looks like a gentleman waiting for a train (detail) |
Other days, after escaping, he sneaks under the bridge and lurks in the overhanging branches downstream. I'm onto you Mr. Heron! (oil stick) |
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