Belted Kingfisher

I’m pretty pleased with this watercolour. It is officially one of my own and not done with any tutorial help. It is a looser style, which is actually more my style, as made visible by my oil paintings. Any road, this local Belted Kingfisher (actually a pair) live down by the shoreline and can be seen almost any day of the year. The rusty belt marking shows it is the female as the male has no rust colouring. I noticed part way through the painting process that the rusty belt should be lower on the body, not up like a necklace. Too late… once you have started a watercolour you are a bit committed. Never-mind, all good practice.

beltedkingfisher

WHAT THE LEAF TOLD ME by Ronald Johnson

WHAT THE LEAF TOLD ME

by Ronald Johnson

Today I saw the word written on the poplar leaves.

It was “dazzle.” The dazzle of the poplars.

As a leaf startles out

from an undifferentiated mass of foliage,

so the word did from a leaf—

A Mirage Of The Delicate Polyglot

inventing itself as cipher. But this, in shifts & gyrations,

grew in brightness, so bright

the massy poplars soon outshone the sun . . .

“My light—my dew—my breeze—my bloom.”

Reflections In A Wren’s Eye.