Wednesday, November 26, 2014

The Hawk

This morning, high above in a leafless walnut tree, a red tailed hawk contemplated the meaning of Thanksgiving. The sky was a deep gray, covered in a low, thick blanket of sullen wintery clouds. No ducks. The swan has left. The heron is indisposed. Even the sparrows are gone off, perhaps to that feeder in my back yard which delights and torments my house-bound cats. So the hawk looked on. His feathers all fluffed up keeping it warm. It flew off as I was absorbed with my final sketch. Do wild animals say "Thank you?"

It started to sprinkle rain which will turn to snow tonight. I walked home and put a few more yard things away for the coming season and took out a few snow shovels to keep nearby.  I also filled the bird feeders. I love their cheeping and chattering. Cheep!

Red Tailed Hawk
charcoal
11-26-14

Red Tailed Hawk
charcoal, burnt siena
11-26-14

Red Tailed Hawk
charcoal, burnt siena
11-26-14

4 comments:

Klaus von Mirbach said...

Rob, you lift up my day, with all this wonderful comments on my blog . Thank you. And what about Tasha Tudor? I didnt know her, I just get accidentally on this japanese video, and this savaged looking garden, where one can see that there was a plan with a great room for all this plants, fascinated me. Like the wild gardens we can see on tour through fields and forests. Who made the plan outside? I mean it has something to do with art, looking for the rules and plans in nature. Dont know if I say it right in english. Like you I am waiting for spring, and I am waiting by working everyday in our very small garden. So, once again thank you, buy for today, till tomorrow, when I look at your blog.

Rob Dunlavey said...

Klaus: I realized it had been a few weeks since I focused on blogs and your blog is always at the top of my list! So, I had to catch up!

I think it's too early to think about Spring (although we have schizophrenic weather: one day is summer; the next day is winter!).

Tasha Tudor: one story is the wholesome, folksy sweet world of her books. Her own family life was more complicated (of course!) and the ambiguous and unfair terms in her will had estranged family members going to trial over the estate. Maybe it is settled now.

Rob Dunlavey said...

A news story about Tasha Tudor:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/02/22/tasha-tudors-estranged-ch_n_471209.html

Klaus von Mirbach said...

So deceives us, deceives me this garden. Why? Because we all, more or less, have this longing for a world with only flowers, sunshine, no problems, get out of the reality, reality is terrible, and when we try to build a paradise, then we build a hell. The old Goethe once said: With nothing you can escape from reality so well, as with the help of art. But with nothing you can connect yourself with the world, as with the help of art. So, I will plant some more flowers and plants, but leave the childrens toys outside, all the mess of tools, all family jumble
put the old table on one side and invite all problems for a cup of coffee with cake, and I swear I will never cut my daughter hair myself, not even with secateurs. My god! Dear Rob, thanks for the story, for the link, you see I had something to think about.Best wishes. Klaus. PS. The buddhists say the spring begins in winter. Not bad.

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