Once upon a time I operated a studio-gallery named, as the label on the front cover of my sketchbook indicates, WHISPERING WINGS STUDIO. Good times, as I remember.
5. An idea for a painting.
6. From time to time, late in the afternoon, I'd come across a Horned Owl. This small sketch was translated into a larger drawing, but never made it to its intended form, that of an etching. Quite often something is lost in the interpretation.
11. We were hiking along the shore at Awenda Provincial Park one spring day when I observed a couple of Chickadees exploring a birch stump possibly looking for a nesting cavity. A quick sketch captured an idea for a possible painting.