
The Pheasant Fields
Oil on board, 5" x 7"
$125 plus $6 shipping in U.S.
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The season turns. Lush grasses of summer have faded to shades of russet and tan. My legs part the dry tangle with a gentle shoe shoe sound. A pheasant bursts from cover with a loud flutter and series of clucks, leaving me standing with my heart in my mouth. The sun settles below the horizon and I wonder why I didn't think to wear a jacket.
12 comments:
Beautiful Don! I also enjoy the blow by blow account :)
just stunning and already sold! r.
More like a flap by flap account, Erika :^) Thanks!
Rahina, thank you!
Both the painting and your description are poetic!
Love it when you play with light & shadows--this one is gorgeous.
Thanks, Deborah--I appreciate the visit.
Thanks for your thoughts, Rebecca.
This is gorgeous, Don!
You captured the glow of the setting sun perfectly.
Very detailed and almost romantic!
-Dean
Beautiful! And just the word pheasant brings back fond memories of hunting.
Hi Dean--thanks! Yes, I guess it does have a kind of romantic look, doesn't it? More so than most of my work, anyway.
Thanks Bill. Yeah, me too. When I was a kid I used to go pheasant hunting with my dad. Even though now I'd rather watch them fly away unscathed, I do have fond memories of those experiences. (Of course, as poor a shot as I was most of the birds were unscathed anyway!)
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