evolution

today was a beautiful day. dark rain-filled clouds rolled across the sky, prodded by a cold spring wind. the sun broke through intermittently and pushed the colors of the forest to maximum for a minute or two, and then winked out suddenly, like a giant search light, turning off, panning across the landscape, and then turning on again in the distance.

i decided to do a little work on the heron - try to figure him out. he's there in my thoughts but i don't think i've captured him, yet. i drew on a smoother paper than i have been using so it had a different feel to it. nice but different. this heron is a hunter, a fisherman, and a loner. he probably speaks a language that only other heron's understand but he doesn't speak much. he watches and waits. waiting for movement below the surface. waiting forever.