6:30 am, Little Compton, RI. The birdsong starts before sunrise, but a gentle span before sunrise, as befits August: no spring/early summer mania at 4am. I, concrete-weary and tired of urban cacophonies, use the dawn chorus and the lightening sky as an alarm clock, and am up and abnormally awake. First birds heard: possible Cuckoo [...]
It’s painting. It’s not painting. It looks a little photographic? It’s not photographic. It is all hand drawn, but it’s not quite a drawing. Ultimately I think I am working on projections, but a static print is looking sorta cool too. This is (remotely) from Trustom Pond Wildlife Refuge, RI, where the native grasses are [...]
