We had just finished our afternoon walk, Maggie and I, and were coming around the side of the house to the mud room door. Something made me look up to the ridge just beyond our little stream and there was a single coyote watching us. I don't know how I noticed him. He was sleek and silvery and completely still. The ridge is not far away, maybe 80 feet from the house. My silly dog didn't see the coyote for which I was grateful because I'm pretty sure her barking would have chased him away. He continued to watch for a brief minute and then he gracefully turned and walked up the ridge into the woods. I walk the trails every day and I love to hike in the woods once the colder weather comes and the ticks have died down. I enjoy the spine tingling thought that I'm probably being watched by creatures I can't see. Maybe even by this coyote.
Besides the coyote, this painting is chock-full of other things. There are two dozen starlings in the tree tops, red efts here and there, and some snapping turtles on the rocks near the stream. Bright green swamp cabbage leaves and buds are growing along with Virginia Creeper and, of course, all the trees.
For anyone who may have been looking for prints they are now back in my shop.
I had briefly pulled them to make some changes.
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