Well, it is hard to tell, in black and white, that the little bird is a golden-crowned kinglet, but that is what it is. I have big dreams of painting it in colour some day, but I thought it would be fun to do a pencil drawing first. I used 140 lb cold press paper, a neat experiment which I’m not likely to repeat. I … Continue reading Draw A Golden-Crowned Kinglet Day
The yellow flag iris (Iris pseudacorus) is not native to North America. It is considered an invasive species. Though very pretty, it can take over a wetland and obliterate every thing else. Stanley Park is making attempts to control the spread of this plant, but I assume it plays a role in treating storm water runoff from the causeway that passes through the park on … Continue reading Lost Lagoon Evening
Looking northwest from Spanish Banks. I took the express bus toward UBC today, hoping to get off at the Jericho Park pond and watch some ducks. The express bus did not stop at the pond, so I headed to Spanish Banks instead. The sun had just set when I arrived, but I did get to watch the changing colors of the sky until it turned … Continue reading A little after sunset
I usually walk to Trout Lake in the afternoon. It is a different place just after sunrise. The golden light seems to have a slight green tinge, unlike the orange hued gold of late afternoon. When I stood by the lake a few days ago, shortly after sunset, the whistling sounds of the American Wigeons danced against my ears. Yesterday morning, I was entertained by … Continue reading Last wisps of morning mist
Trout Lake, Vancouver. Winter’s bare branches turn gold in the day’s ebbing light. If you click on the image for a larger version, you can see lots of little black specks in the tall tree tops and a few in the sky. The crows are taking a little rest, on their way to their rookery in Burnaby. Every day, thousands of crows migrate to and … Continue reading Golden finale
A couple of weeks ago, I spent an afternoon making cookies and preparing dinner in a friend’s kitchen, just south of Spanish Banks. At 6:30, I started up Blanca to catch the bus on 4th, but ended up taking a whimsical left turn onto Belmont. The golden evening sun called for some aimless wandering on unknown sidewalks in appreciation of street-lining trees and lush front gardens.
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