Riding home from Catskill yesterday, early evening, the light golden, I passed a former swamp, filling now with bushes and slender trees. More Red winged blackbirds than I’ve ever seen were flitting through them, and I stopped to watch, parking the car on a hill above the field. Another animal became visible; a small deer, pinky brown, gorgeous, facing away from me, eating something. I was thrilled, and felt lucky to live in the country, to be viewing this exquisite landscape. I said “Oh look at you my beauty,” to the deer and it turned its head, looking over its shoulder, directly at me, unafraid, just curious. And I was thrilled again.
When you experience something wonderful you want to share it, even if words or pictures can never really do it justice. The next day I painted this picture from memory.