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How my birding and art evolved together
I began painting birds as a twelve-year-old. My initial paintings were copies of photos or attempts at capturing something I'd seen in the field, such as this first rather squat depiction (1) of an owl I'd seen in the Elburn Forest Preserve where they nested. Aching to refine my understanding of birds and art, at the age of about 16 I encountered the work of Louis Agassiz Fuertes, whose paint of a great horned owl mesmerized me in its economy with watercolor and its anatomical grasp of the bird. (2) In high school, I copied that painting by flipping it in reverse. (3) and put a blue jay under its talons. During my first year at Luther College, I had access to bird skins, and there were ruffed grouse in Decorah, Ia, so I did both a pen-and-ink drawing (4) and a watercolor in the same pose shown, and the watercolor was sold. That painting found its way out to California. Three years ago a woman snatched it up where she found it in an alleyway after the couple who bought it from me at Luther got divorced. She said that she had to fight people off to get the painting. Then, she looked me up on the Internet, and called to ask if I wanted it back. I told her, "No, you've earned it. Please enjoy it." A few years ago, I painted an acrylic of a great horned owl in the bluff country of Decorah. That painting (5) hangs in a friend's home along with several other works they collected from me over the years. It show a far more natural pose than my earlier efforts, as it's based off my own photography. But notice that it still echoes the Fuertes' economy I've always appreciated. The last image (6) represents my full growth as an wildlife artist combining years of experience with a touch of respect for another artist I admire, Robert Bateman. I made a point of depicting the patterns found in the owl's face and body with those found on the aging bur oak on which I saw it perched. You can see a hint of the moss growing on the north side of the tree, and the bird "in place" is what I most value about painting birds these days. This series illustrates one person's journey from novice birder to one who tries to appreciate and present nature in its beautiful complexity and relationships. How do you think I've done?
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How my birding and art evolved together
Female red-wing beauty
One of the first birds that confused my brothers and I when we started birding in the early 1970s was the female red-winged blackbird. We were all wedged into the maroon Buick Skylark to go "birdwatching" together after my brother came home from college having taken an ornithology course. We had the radio on the first few miles listening to "Where did our love go" by the Supremes https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTBmgAOO0Nw when someone looked out the window at a streaky brown bird perched on a bridge abutment. We passed our Sears 10 x 50 binoculars around in succession while leafing through my first copy of Peterson's Field Guide to the Birds, given to me by my Aunt Carol when I was five, and finally we figured out what this 'mysterious' bird really was. That' s how all birders start in this world. We learn the common birds and form a baseline knowledge of what we expect to find. Then we can separate female blackbirds from sparrows (that sharp beak tells all) and learn what habitats we expect to find them in. The Art of Birding is a cumulative process. Enjoy every step!
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Pokémon versus Birding
I never liked the fake critters in Pokémon. But I did learn as a parent from them.
Pokémon versus Birding
A Lifetime of Redtails
Today, on the way home from an oil change I saw a red tailed hawk perched on a small tree. I always stop to take photos of red-tails even though they are relatively common, easy subjects. I have more red-tail photos, perhaps, than any other birds. A few years back, I found a western-phase red-tail here in Illinois with its beautiful russet plumage all over its body. Thrills like that keep my eyes open. I've done dozens of red-tailed paintings over five decades of work, and still find them interesting. Way back in the late 1970s, while still in college, I found a dead red-tailed hawk by the roadside. Having already done some taxidermy for biology, I carved up the bird to use its wings and such for reference. In a fit of youthful inspiration, I cut one of its talons off its feet and made a necklace out of it. That served as my inspiration during a college cross country season where I moved from 5th to 2nd man, helping to lead our team to a 2nd place NCAA D3 cross country nationals championship. All through college and beyond, I kept painting red-tails, and gifted the one with its wings raised in this photo to a friend for a wedding gift. He still has it. So while I've seen probably thousands of red-tailed hawks across much of this country, I'll not stop looking at them. Do you see red-tails frequently where you live?
A Lifetime of Redtails
Third -year backyard bald eagle
As our backyard wetland expanded it flooded the trees leaving them bare. That’s a good thing for woodpeckers, wood ducks, tree swallows and this young bald eagle surveying the marsh for fish or other food. We also get osprey in summer, adult bald eagles from two miles away at Mooseheart, plus many herons, egrets, cormorants and even hooded mergansers. It’s always a fine day to look behind your home and see an eagle!
Third -year backyard bald eagle
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