16 March 09
American Robins, Again
Intense, these guys. They are feeding and almost nothing gets in their way.
I always forget they leave, mostly, in summer. They seem so much a part of the landscape here. But they are thrushes, after all, and need thrushy wooded places, not semi-desert which is how we spend our May-October.
I picked up the first pencil I could when one landed outside the window just now and it was a prismacolor watersoluble graphite. I like how dark they can get. I kept going and added a light wash. Nice way to finish a work day.
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