Monday, November 9, 2009



The Pheasant Fields

Oil on board, 5" x 7"
$125 plus $6 shipping in U.S.
SOLD

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:

Art By Erika said...

Beautiful Don! I also enjoy the blow by blow account :)

rahina q.h. said...

just stunning and already sold! r.

Don Gray said...

More like a flap by flap account, Erika :^) Thanks!

Don Gray said...

Rahina, thank you!

Deborah Paris said...

Both the painting and your description are poetic!

Rebecca said...

Love it when you play with light & shadows--this one is gorgeous.

Don Gray said...

Thanks, Deborah--I appreciate the visit.

Don Gray said...

Thanks for your thoughts, Rebecca.

Dean Grey said...

This is gorgeous, Don!

You captured the glow of the setting sun perfectly.

Very detailed and almost romantic!

-Dean

http://www.onpainting.wordpress.com said...

Beautiful! And just the word pheasant brings back fond memories of hunting.

Don Gray said...

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.

Don Gray said...

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!)