During my walks along the beach, I noticed as late summer turns toward fall the change of sea tides every six hours frequently bring new marine debris of sorts onto the shoreline with the incoming tide. Then, as the tide slowly lowers again some of the discarded marine animal particles get left high and dry upon the sand by protruding rocks, swirling sand and water, different levels of the beach and other obstructions. Several of the objects are marine animal homes that their bodies have outgrown, then realize a need to move into new dwellings either by molting; find a safe empty home; or, continue to grow the outer shell surrounding the animal.
Each walk I notice new treasures getting my attention for interesting objects to sketch and paint plus lots of great views of the surrounding landscape; but, the small beach objects can be picked up and sketched at a later time when I can observe them better in my tiny studio. If the animal had died in its shell and left any body particle inside it will have a strong rotten odor that will not be welcomed in my house.
So this is what I gathered last fall from a nearby beach on Whidbey Island: A Dungeness female crab identified by the small pinchers plus a wider flap on the underside; it’s illegal to catch for consumption; males are legal. Normally the crabs are more of a gray/blue color when alive. After leaving its shell during molting, which is mating season from May to August, the shell dries then turns red.
The moon snail is a beauty with the soft pastel colors inside its shell and the perfect round shape it forms. These can grow very large. The animal will extend itself way beyond the edges of its shell to cover a large sand clam to devour by penetrating a hole through the clam shell so to suck out the meat. The moon snail creates a circular sand collar on the beach surface to lay its eggs that will hatch in to larva and imbed themselves into the sand to grow.
The brown kelp is like a forest and is a very important marine life for the health of animals, plants, sea and human life. It photosynthesis from the light it receives through a bulb extends to the surface of the water to capture the exposure. There are no roots on the kelp but they keep stable by attaching to rocks on the sea floor. It is illegal to pick kelp but the ribbon extending from the bulb can be harvested. Healthy kelp grow in large forest on several beaches throughout the Salish Sea in Washington state.
The animal that lived in the empty barnacle shells attached to a heavy flat rock still remain attached with the rust colored dried sea life surrounding the old shells. Live barnacles filter the sea water creating a healthy environment along the sea shores on the west coast. They attach to all objects that are stationary and stable within a salty habitat.
The varnish clam catches my eye when the shell is open and lying on the beach. It is small, has a brown stripped outer shell and a beautiful shiny warm blue/violet color on the inside. They are deceiving being high in biotoxins and possibly unsafe to consume.
The Japanese Maple tree in my yard has long delicate branches reaching into the sky from its trunk with delicate colorful leaves that change throughout the growing season. The range of colors can be greens, yellows, brilliant oranges and reds. It captures my eye every time I peer out the window to view any wildlife action outdoors and then my eyes stop for a while at the tree to take in its beauty. A nice resting place.
Even the Oregon Junco will hop onto one of the branches for a rest or get a bird’s eye view of what is happening on the ground beneath it. There are many Juncos that habitat on our property searching for small seeds, bugs and other on the ground around the tree planting area. Also, the local hummingbirds like to stop on the branches to check out the surrounding environment for predators before flying a few feet to the bird feeder.
This painting was a long project time wise, painted with acrylics on a board ten inches by forty inches. My husband cut the board per my requested dimensions to fit a space above our fireplace and it will stand on its own w/o a frame to maintain the free flowing movement.
The frogs vocal croaks have been loud and plentiful this fall resonating through the tall evergreens around the neighborhood. We listen to their single messages that are hundreds of feet distance from each other. Could these lovely vocal green amphibians be tree frogs? In the spring, we can hear the chorus of frogs that habitat a pond on a neighbor’s property; but, near our house, we hear all the croaking coming from a single critter possibly attracting or notifying the other nearby frogs of their location.
Being so many frogs exposing themselves during this wet season, I wasn’t surprised to spot that one had it’s life cut short as it attempted to hop across the road. It was drizzly and wet during my morning walk, a perfect setting for other amphibians to venture out that day. A few steps further a Salamander about five inches in length was on its way to cross the hard pavement. I found a stick to turn it onto its dorsal side to photograph its belly for a later journal sketch, and then I flung it into the brush to prevent another critter’s end of life.
Several new mushrooms beneath the tall evergreens are forcing through the hard soil to reach the sunlight appearing in all sorts of strange shapes with pale colors. Most are of one variety and consistent formation and then a few will have unidentifiable formations and look really out of this world. I am not a wild mushroom connoisseur but sort wish I had the knowledge of safely identifying all those fungus growing. They do look very appetizing with their pale pink and brown color.
Sometimes I have to encourage myself to get outdoors to walk in the rain, but when a new discovery are finds of nature’s gifts, the first step through the door was worth the effort.
In our kitchen by the sink, we keep an indoor compost container for the throw away vegetable scraps that we eventually dump into the large compost in our garden. Then all those scraps after they have decomposed over several months will be tilled into the ground. Every year the garden will offer volunteer vegetables from the seeds that go into the compost and survive through the year. Some years it’s tomatoes and potatoes; or, an unidentified squash plant appears out of the ground that often does not mature so we pull the long stems and root out and toss it back into compost.
This year, a new squash plant appeared with curly shaped leaves that were different from the other previous squash. Bill wanted to get rid of it but I insisted we keep it for the adventure of seeing what it will turn out to be. We left the single plant in the garden and watched the long healthy stems reach the climbing pea plants, the beet and chard plants so I redirected the long stems away from the other veggie plants. The plant produced several nice orange blossoms but only three squash developed to full maturity to the point where I was able to identify the fruit by a photo that was very similar on the internet. I am certain it is a Buttercup, a winter squash.
Reading information on when to pick the ripened fruit is when it makes a hollow sound when tapped with your hand and by the lighter colored vertical stripes appearing on the outside. Being that the squash appearance met all three mentioned requirements in the description, I selected one of the squash as possibly being ready to pick. I did so but before cutting it open to prepare it for a meal, I painted the outside skin, then cut it open to expose the inside meat to determent if it’s color was orange enough for eating….sure enough, it was ready!
In the early spring the red huckleberry, a native bush, peeks out from beneath the tall evergreens reaching for sunlight, protruding from the tops of rotten old growth tree stumps or growing in the open sunlight at the edge of the forest. They are covered with small delicate almond shaped spring green leaves. Several branches extending from the main stem crossover other branches creating a delicate lacy texture juxtaposed against the nearby tall dark thick tree trunks. The long draping branches extend outward and droop slightly to the ground so the light weight of the branches will dance and twist with the wind.
During the spring months, tiny single blossoms appear throughout the bush before bearing small bright red transparent berries in the summer. The bush maintains its delicate lacy appearance with the addition of the tiny red berries decorating the plant like a unique Christmas tree with red ornaments. Throughout late summer, the birds that habitat the area before returning south for the winter will harvest the entire bush for the nutritious fruit that gives them energy needed to feed their young and the return flight.
This sketch was completed today from a branch I broke off from the main stem during my walk. Several bushes are becoming dormant and dropping their leaves. Soon all that will remain through the winter will be the interlacing branches. Note: The sketch was photographed by me using my iPhone and then downloading the image onto the photo icon on the computer. The final image has a green tint background rather than white as the original. The tint was not my intention and it causes the lack of crispness to the image….
On Thursday, Bill spotted what he thought was a green twig on the porch. But after taking a closer look at the unusual appearing object, he was surprised it was a three to four inch Praying Mantis resting in the open space. The Mantis was very well disguised in its green leaf appearing garment from the overhead owls, hawks and eagles.
Praying Mantis on Whidbey Island! In all my many years, I have never ever seen this unique insect on the west side of the Cascades, so you can imagine how disappointed I was to not have seen this creature on Thursday. But yesterday, taking a stroll on the nearby road, I saw my first ever P.M. resting in the open on the paved roadway. Its vibrant green body color immediately attracted my attention toward it. The size was two and half inches long and in a sitting position and as I approached it for a better observation, it raised the front legs in a praying position (probably praying I wouldn’t harm it.) Praying Mantis are amazing creatures and beautiful to the human eye but a deadly threat for other bugs! The P.M will attack its prey for a good meal, even the female will eat off the male’s head while mating! That’s a very short and strange courtship!
Sighting two Praying Mantis in one week was an unbelievable treat to us and I want to share our special treat to all.
The first wind and rain storm during the beginning days of autumn blew like a torrent through the island ripping the dry summer leaves and brittle branches to the wet ground. The dry decaying deciduous trees toppled onto the roads and long driveways to block owners from entering onto their property. Fortunately, the power remained intact on most of the island and we did not have to wait hours for it to return. The rains were welcomed by the trees, plants and vegetable gardens and many folks who were in close proximity to the threatening forest fires along the western coastal states. The heavy rains doused most of the fires so we no longer had to endure the heavy smoke that forced us to stay indoors for more than a week!
After the wet and windy storm, I ventured outdoors for my usual two mile walk to observe any changes from the strong winds and possible social chat time with neighbors if they were outdoors. I noticed that a fragile tree had fallen across the new neighbor’s long driveway to their house that will need to be removed when they arrive back on island; it’s too heavy for Bill and I to remove it. The fresh air and light wind was welcomed into my lungs with the brisk walk and feeling content with the coming change of weather. The treasures I found were a few wet windfall leaves I picked up, brought them home and painted their image onto watercolor paper experimenting with a variety of hues using the three basic primary colors as my palette.
Stopping at the Bread Farm bakery in the small rural community of historic Bow is always a treat for anyone meandering or browsing while driving through it; if you blink while following the turn in the road, you’ll miss it among the other shops next to it. Before my husband and I arrived at that particular bend, we spotted a mother and young daughter standing at the edge of their large property selling bags of bright red apples for five dollars. Being that fall is arriving and the sugar in apples is sweetening and possibly ready for harvest, we made a quick stop and purchased a bag.. The young girl was so pleased and appreciative she gave us a big smile and thanked us.
We continued on into Bow for a stop at the bakery for Bill to satisfy his sweet tooth with a cinnamon twist and then continued home toward the island. Upon our arrival, I bit into a deep red apple and discovered they had been picked too early and were without much flavor and had a rather woody texture; even so, the purchase was worth making a young sales person happy with more money in her cache. Also the beautiful assortment of reds, yellows and greens in the apples made a colorful center piece in the kitchen, plus gave me the opportunity to sketch them.
Wednesday was a muggy hot day on the island with no wind to clear the moist marine air as it wrapped around my skin. By the afternoon I was exhausted from the heat. I needed a rest…my activity level doesn’t tolerate hot weather as years in the past. I did an early morning walk along the shore collecting items for future paintings while Bill painted the trim on the cabin. Mid day while he was working, I sat on the porch for several hours and sketched the calm still waters of the late August summer scene.
The eagles, blue herons, and deerkillers and other marine birds kept me busy enjoying their activity near the water. We spotted an bald eagle grasp a small fish from the shallow water then take it to a beach log to consume it. There was a lot of pleasure boats cruising the Puget Sound on their way north to the San Juan’s and south to Puget Sound waters. I would have liked to place those images into the painting but the results of doing so sometimes appear awkward and distracting in the painting.
Last evening I peered out my dining room window seeing a strange object on the ground underneath the giant cedar trees low hanging boughs in the front of the house. The ground is soft and warm from the shedding needles and droppings from understory native plants. The sun had been shining on that spot in the afternoon and remained warm after sunset. From my view point of about 50 feet and considering dusk was approaching and softening edges of objects from a distance, it was difficult to see what this doe was doing while resting. She appeared to be cleaning her body coat while her ears moved and twitched. I thought she would spend the night in comfort with no fear of coyotes approaching and threatening her, but later into the night she was gone.
The deer often give birth to their young near neighbors’ houses for the protection of their fawns. Then, I think after the birthing, the doe will leave her fawn in search of nutrients. In the past, we found a new born fawn on the walkway to our house while mama deer was out foraging for food. We did not touch the fawn but left it in its place until the doe returned to start their adventures together into the nearby forest.
The next morning, I walked over to the spot where the doe had been the night before and there I found an indentation in the ground the shape of a round belly where the doe had rested for a few hours. The above sketch done in pencil was drawn with the memory of the deer scene. The trees were my models that are always there.
“Ouch!” The loud cry coming from my mouth when accidentally I grab a sharp prickly leaf on the Oregon Grape plant that grows wild on our property. The green and red colored leaves on the plant blend in with the Salal and Evergreen Huckleberry bushes, so it is easy to not see the sharp ended points on the edges and ends of the leaves before it sticks into my skin.
The Oregon Grape is a Northwest native plant that grows from southeast Alaska to Northern California and is an exotic plant invading into the other wild plants growing nearby. Its growth can range from three feet to six feet, depending on the species, with spiny leathery leaves resembling holly; the stems are tough and twisty and rather corky. It blooms in the spring with bright yellow blossoms that attract bees before the lovely blue berries form on rust colored stems. The berries are edible but very sour and bitter to human taste; a few birds seem to tolerate the bitterness. only to obtain the nutrients.. In the fall the leaves will glow a range of colors from yellow, rust to red. These plants can be colorful in a native garden but need to be controlled to prevent spreading via their deep root system.
Constant one hundred percent wet rain for the last few days has kept me indoors most of the time so to not drive my husband crazy, I sat at the window for a while and sketched the bird activity at the feeder. What an assortment and variety of birds gathered around the feeder at the same time without social distancing or carrying whether the other species was within their space; but tolerance became short at times, when I noticed a bird would charge another with warning “this is my feeding territory, go find your own.” A total entertainment for Bill and myself, plus practicing and learning to loosely sketch different shapes and colors of birds. Next sketch will be the hummingbird feeder activity….that will be a challenge!
The bird in the tree is nondescript. There were several Evening Gros-beaks, Oregon Juncos, a variety of House Finches and Chickadees, and others at the feeder that day of the sketch.
The sketch was done using wet on wet with Paine’s Gray watercolor onto the heavy textured handcrafted w.c. paper.
I love late spring while the open fields and shoulders on the roads throughout the rural areas on the island are covered in colors of sparkling spring green mixed with large clumps of stark white flowers dotted with yellow centers. The fields are covered with the white ox-eyed (Leucanthemum vulgare) daisies that are sometimes called dog daisy and considered a weed. Their origin is Europe and Asia and now habitat North America. The roots and leaves are edible either raw or cooked according to my research about the flower. I have not attempted to include these in my diet.
There is a large open field near my house covered with these daisies. I walk passed it on the road and a driveway dividing the field just to enjoy observing the beauty of the spring colors, plus wild birds flying above or darting into the tall grass and flowers. Yesterday after my walk I recorded the scene onto the heavy weight handcrafted paper using watercolor gouache. The gouache is a perfect medium for this type of paper that otherwise soaks up the transparent watercolor paints making the images too light.
The skies were covered with a mix of patchy white, and steel gray clouds this morning; the type that look like a storm was moving in our area from the south. The air was heavy and cool. All was quiet except for the loud brassy, “caw, caw, caw”, coming from the direction of the nearby evergreen branches hanging overhead. Moments later the raven received a reply from its mate in the distance. These loud cries went on for several minutes while I was walking back home from my morning stroll.
As I passed by where the large raven was perched on the tree branch, I could hear a clap of thunder from the sky and getting louder with each rumbling, like an angry dragon. There was still a distance to go before reaching home, so I sped up my pace in time to step through the doorway as the intensity of the storm increased. Finally secure in my home, my husband handed me a cup of hot coffee and then we headed back outside to sit on the porch, with a covered roof, to watch the storm from our comfortable chairs.
The storm has now passed and the skies are brighter. The small birds are singing to each other again and there has not been any other warning calls from the raven. Nature gives many gifts and surprises that amaze me each time I pay attention to what surrounds me.
Another day at the Pacific rim Institute on Whidbey Island to do some sketching and photographing of the wild native flowers in full bloom on the grounds. I spotted the Aquilegia formosa columbine with its long graceful reddish stems holding up brilliant red and yellow blossoms looking like crowns that would fit on a royalty’s head. When the soft breezes flow through the flowers the blossoms gracefully dance and sway with the breeze attracting hummingbirds and butterflies. The blossoms are short lived so I felt fortunate to have seen them at their peak color.
This painting is to honor Earth Day using mostly natural products from earth: Water, watercolor paints, 100% cotton handcrafted watercolor paper; plus, this scene is of my favorite nearby grass field with the morning sun just peaking over the tall evergreens on the hill to the left. I tried to capture a demarcation of the rays casted on the tops of the forward evergreens. In front of the evergreens is a large row of the wild Nootka Rose bushes with their deep red vines that last through the winter. Celebrate our beautiful earth!
Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap! I raised my eyes to the dying tree in the field near me to locate the woodpecker searching for insects in the trunk of the decaying Hawthorne tree. And, there was the Sap Sucker with its beak deep into the lichen reaching for its favorite meal.
When Bill has to bring his disabled riding lawn mower to his favorite dependable small engine repair person, I hurriedly hop into the cab of his truck for the ride plus I bring along my camera. This large and scenic property looks like a former historic family farm with worn weathered gray buildings that several years ago had transformed in to a recycle and repair lawn mower business.
The large quonset hut is a treasure full of every tool and other important pieces of equipment for a repairperson’s dream full of handyman’s tools to do a successful job on several vehicles. Not knowing how to repair any large metal objects, I cannot identify most of these interesting old and well used tools or parts. That’s why I take every opportunity to go along with Bill when he discusses his mower with the repair person. It’s a chance for me to observe all the stuff in the hut and surrounding area! It is a large assortment of items great for sketching interesting compositions; plus, it’s beautiful inside on a sunny day with the bright warm rays filtering through the large sliding barn door creating warm highlights and interesting shadows over the objects.
During the late fall when we were there, I asked one of the pleasant and friendly owners if I could photograph some of the stuff hanging out on the property for painting at a later time during the winter. He was more than happy to let me photograph the property plus, letting me do plein air painting in the future. Not having a lot of time to pull out my sketchbook at that moment before Bill was finished talking with the owner, I snapped a few frames of the old office shed that has now developed patina with paint peeling off the siding over the years, stacks of broken branches and leaves from the nearby trees are in heaps on the no-longer porch and against the side of the shack. The heavy old colorless fishing boat that hasn’t seen large waterways for many years lies in the tall grass field and stacked high with previously cut long ochre grass. Next to the boat someone had gathered a pile cut grass and a left a rake.. had someone left their work unfinished?
I used transparent watercolor paints on heavily textured paper handcrafted in India from recycled cotton rags.