MOON HAWK
watercolor, 11" X 15"
While walking through the fields of a high bald mountain under a full moon, storm clouds flicker somewhere down in the piedmont. As I walk up the path that runs along the hill crest, a mist blankets the streetlight constellations below. Stars fade in and out of the invisible clouds, as the sounds of distant bullfrogs, owls and cows arrive clearly from the surrounding valleys. In a synchronicity that can only be explained by good positioning a meteor shoots through Jupiter precisely the instant a flock of birds flies out of the mist just overhead on some purposeful night journey.