Something Beautiful is a self-imposed initiative to find a visual feast for each day of the year.
Each November, at some point in time, I remember the first snow of the season and the field pheasants hidden in furrowed corn stalk stumps. For a long time, a family friend came to walk the fields hoping to leave with the autumn trophy. Dad would hunt and bring to our table what we did not realize was a delicacy. As children, our interest was in the beautiful tail feathers that were parsed out.
Well into this year’s month, pheasants came to mind this morning. I’m not much for wildlife paintings, but this watercolor looks much like my memories. Beautiful memories. Beautiful birds.