Wednesday, March 9, 2011
I like the bold colors the male pheasant has. I painted this pheasant in warm afternoon light and provided him with an escape route in case danger approaches. Years ago when there were still pheasants around in good numbers you would be walking the fields and all of a sudden be surprised by a pheasant that flushed right at your feet.
When we were young there was a pheasant that came out of the woods crossed the road walked along the side of our house and dissapeared somewhere out back. So every day before school we would be waiting by the window watching for our friend to make his appearance.
I'm amazed what sticks in your mind after all these years.
Thanks for looking,