The Pheasant Fields
Oil on board, 5" x 7"
$125 plus $6 shipping in U.S.
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.
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!
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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