Monday, August 31, 2009
As children, my dad used to drag us kids out in the field at ungodly hours with the promise of funds for positive identification: 10 cents a species. $5 for a golden eagle. It's no small wonder I never much cared for birdwatching, but I did develop a love of the flighted subjects. These two are the beginnings of what I hope to expand into a series of bird portraits. Stay tuned.