I still haven't totally figured out my new camera. So I begin with an apology for my lack of really good photographs. I never said I was a photographer. Painter. Painter. Nevertheless, I still make my awkward attempts to capture things I see for you, my dear blog readers. It was a bird-filled weekend for me. Turkey Vultures soaring overhead. I love to watch them - they almost never flap their wings. It lifts the spirit, to see something soar like those big birds do. A large family of quail, visiting the front yard. They make the most appealing sounds as they forage. I should record it next time. Ravens, fluffing in a Joshua Tree. I wanted a closer shot of them, but Pono thinks ravens need to be barked at, and they flew off. (Can't blame them much for that.)
I also have to tell you that this morning, on our way to a favored running spot, Pono and I saw a coyote pooping. Now, this is not such a momentous event, except that afterward, it scratched its hind paws in the dust just like Pono does! Pono was transfixed until the coyote did the scratching-in-the-dust part (they do this to spread the scent), then, for some reason he went ballistic and barked furiously. Which was unfortunate, because then the coyote ran away. Now WHY didn't I have my camera??? No one knows, not even me. John Nieto, an artist from Santa Fe, recently did a (very cool) painting of a coyote and titled it "God's Dog." I would agree wholeheartedly with that title. They are so much like dogs, those desert tricksters.
Fresh off the easel:
|"Dazzling Dusk." Oil on Board, 11 x 14 inches. ©Karine Swenson 2011|