Pomp and Circumstance Apr 22, 2019
Wild turkeys are a lot of fun to watch. This time of the year all the big toms are busy strutting their stuff with inflated ego and exaggerated bulk.
The gals casually meander, apparently indifferent and completely unimpressed
10X20
Oil on linen panel
This is breathtaking and thanks for sharing the photos, as well.. always look forward to my Monday morning ‘gift’ from you!
Thanks Claudia!
I am thankful for more signs of Spring….we had them in the winter eating the “little birds” seeds. Nature has given them beautiful colors and wings…. Snow JUST left our property… So nice to start hearing bird songs….AND the loon call this morning. Cindy
Thanks Cynthia!
What a delightful painting! You’ve honored those classic shapes of high school geometry, ( squares, triangles and rectangles and more), as you morphed them into nature’s wild hens and toms. Nor can I neglect to mention your capture of the wonder of sunlight’s magic transformation of tiny “feather-prisms” into rich and radiant jewels of color!
Thanks Brian!
Love this painting. We often see this courting behavior in our yard bordering the woods. Easy to feel sorry for the toms working so hard with such little effect!
Thanks Betsy!
This morning several of us drivers were forced to stop on a main thoroughfare while we waited for 2 toms & 2 hens to get done with their business. Some things are more important than people in cars! What a funny show!
Thanks Treah!
Oh it is that time of year isn’t It?
Yes it is Carol!
Sorta of like “real life”…….the “gals are often not impressed!” 🙂
Indeed, Brad!
and Yes they are beautiful and I think they know it so why not strut their stuff, right? I just love seeing them as I drive along the new Route 7. Thank you for capturing their beauty for us, Peter!
Thanks Vivian!
Oh, oh today it’s delightful to watch turkeys in this way. They are really beautiful birds. Brian’s comment is right: you honored the rules of the elementary rules of the depiction of spatial resources. The rich grey is in contrast to the blue and violet of the turkeys. In Germany we have no wild turkeys. The live only on farms. In the neighborhood we had a family with a flog of turkeys. As a child I had to pass by when I went to school. I feared those birds. They used to run after me, spreading the plumage, puffing up the red throat sack. I was their “enemy”. But I was just as big as a turkey so I stopped, watched them and ran as quick as I could. I’ll never forget that. Well I grew up with a lot of respect for animals and nature.
Thanks Doris!