Whose woods?
/Somewhere in New England, c. 1922 or possibly 2014
Robert Frost thought he knew, but I have no idea. Sketched immediately after a ramble on a snowy evening, mostly from imagination (at least I didn't put it off until June).
Somewhere in New England, c. 1922 or possibly 2014
Robert Frost thought he knew, but I have no idea. Sketched immediately after a ramble on a snowy evening, mostly from imagination (at least I didn't put it off until June).
Click above for a vocabulary lesson of questionable value, brought to you by the Wild Turkey (Meleagris gallopavo) and his lesser known relative, the Ocellated Turkey (Meleagris ocellata).
“But... I still don't know what ocellated means,” you say. Well, if this turkey fanned his tail, you'd see concentric semicircles of eye-like spots, a.k.a. ocelli. Maybe I should have illustrated that.
Nickel Creek, California
Last time I drew a crow in snowy Maine. Today, a pair of ravens in fog-filled northern California.
Fall, snow, fall.
Brunswick, Maine
You thought we were done with berries, didn't you.
Brunswick, Maine
Abby McBride
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abbymcb@alum.mit.edu
Top photo credit: Otto Whitehead