well.

March lasts a long time. Somehow I forget it has 31 days, and that those 31 days come at a tough time of year for me. Although the absurdly warm weather was fun. And the lovely, isolated snow storm at the beginning that set me off on this particular path for the month. And the days are getting longer, now the sun has swung across the equator.

I had not expected so much feedback from these circles – the black and white palette and the landscapes really spoke to people. I have given them all away, which is both surprising and wonderful. If you commented, or requested a circle I thank you for your interest and enthusiasm. If you haven't commented, and you would like a circle, drop me a note, or comment, and I'll get it out to you.

I still need to give away some January and February circles. I envision myself sitting at a table in town, once the weather warms up a little, with free art to hand out. I wonder if I need a busker's license for that?

I find myself wondering if you can intuit emotion from motion. The way a crow flaps, they look insouciant just moving away from you, or scoping out a field. Ducks and geese flap with a kind of desperation I completely sympathize with – it looks like their wings barely have enough lift to keep them aloft. Hawks look faintly impatient as they circle and wait for dinner to show itself.

Some birds look less emotive flying. Blue herons look impossibly ungainly and deeply prehistoric.

I seem to be at a low spot.

Have some crows. At dawn.

Another try at a dark evening sky with a sliver of moon and trees scraping it.

A crow, on a fence. It needs more contrast, but I like his shape.

Another migraine this morning, although I managed to beat it into submission by late afternoon.  Missing Al, who is traveling.

I do seem to be seeing crows everywhere. And geese. Great long skeins of Canada geese are honking and barking across the sky, following the big river and stopping over in the meadows and marshes along the edge.