Watercolor and Photoshop
I'm feeling lucky today to have all of this beauty in my backyard. This time of year in the Arctic is almost awe inspiring to me. Geese migrating overhead, calling so beautifully to each other in encouragement, snowy owls out my bedroom window, tiny flowers and plants putting on such an amazing show before the cold snaps begin. What a weekend!
This is the first I've seen this type of flower this summer. They are one of my favorites.
Dew drops reflected inside dew drops! The tundra was glistening for much of today with drops of this dew that gave the whole place a misty look.
hello! I thought it was about time I popped in and said hello. I've been so busy with my job and my little ones, I scarcely have a minute to post anything! This photo above shows the little ermine who were chattering at us during a nature walk out on the tundra with my watercolor field journal class. They were very cute, and very serious! These two were babies! This walkway you see is put down for researchers who study the tundra every summer.
And here is what we have had to do with every chair in the house since baby Ian started climbing. If we put one down he immediately climbs up onto the table or even the kitchen counter. It gets exhausting lifting him down and hearing him cry about it, so for now this works. Except when we need to sit down!
Watercolors of wild flowers and grasses
kite flying in the backyard
Poppies and other wildflowers
A close up of our trees here in Barrow- willows that grow just a few inches tall.
And that's all I've got for now! It might be a while before I can post again. Thanks for visiting!!
Oh, I almost forgot to mention- I would have loved to have flown down to the Eric Carle Museum in MA a couple weeks ago to see Lisbeth Zwerger in person, along with her artwork- but alas I could not. However, they have the exhibition catalog for sale on the museum website. I collect all things Lisbeth, so yay! I ordered it.
Lots and lots of Long-tailed ducks swimming together today along the shore in this little cove that the ice made for them. This photo just captures about half of them. The sound of the ice melting, splashing, waves breaking, ducks calling...amazing. I had a thought while taking these photos- I wondered if I should quit taking pictures with the intent that I will paint them one day, and instead stop and draw the scene, maybe paint too. Right then. It would require slowing down to a pace I'm not used to. It sounds really nice.
Here are some recent pictures I've taken around town, Barrow, Alaska.
I love the colors!! Can't you just hear the water lapping at the ice?
update: thanks Jeannie Brett for asking- this flower is called Mertensia maritima, or Oysterleaf.
It grows in the sand on beaches and seacliffs. (Info from the Barrow Wildflower Sketchbook by Michele Johnson)
Hooray for nature!!
Baby Ian was very interested in the broom and dustpan today! I like this picture, it reminds me of sweeping brush strokes (no pun intended, really!) and it sort of captures the sweet chaos that is my life right now, raising small kids etc...time flying by...
Here is a nice review from ForeWord Reviews that made me smile, too.
Author: April Pulley Sayre
Publisher: Charlesbridge Publishing (February 1, 2010)
Reviewed: May/June 2010
On a Florida beach one night, a baby turtle begins her life as an egg, buried in the sand. Thanks to her own instincts and the help of multiple young hands, she successfully hatches, makes it to the water, grows up, and comes back to lay her own eggs, twenty years later. The refrain, “Turtle, Turtle, watch out!” warns readers when the turtle is about to encounter danger, and highlights the actions young human hands can take to help turtles survive. Gorgeous illustrations of evening and underwater scenes make the turtle’s life look magical, and appendices list all seven sea turtle species and worldwide efforts to help prevent their extinction. Actions can be as simple as cleaning trash off beaches and out of the water, or shutting off house lights near the beach so young turtles won’t crawl away from the water and toward the houses. For ages four to ten. Teresa Scollon