“When one is alone at night in the depths of these woods, the stillness is at once awful and sublime. Every leaf seems to speak.” – – John of the Mountains: The Unpublished Journals of John Muir, (1938)
From the 2nd-floor balcony – The tree is loaded, but for only ten days or so….
The days have been full helping Jim (and the cats) prepare to fly to the USA, but there are flowers in the garden that awaken when I am normally sleeping! The blooming period is quite sort, so at night I work on the studies while most people in Ecuador are sleeping! Nearby Rio Cinto provides a subtle backdrop of sound, though there is a hushed stillness aside from random moths fluttering at the windows. Every so often an insect finds its way to my work area – maybe in hopes of having its portrait made with the flowers?
Look who came to critique! A lightning bug!
Before focusing on the main subject, I usually work on a smaller study. The upper and lower views of a black/brown and white butterfly provided perfect challenges on different evenings. Continue reading