Illustration Friday: Atmosphere

I used to love to sit on a bench by the bay and count pelicans with an elderly couple.

We'd always marvel at the way they'd silently glide by just barely above the water.

The fog is a familiar atmosphere for them as well as the human residents.

Chilly and raw, often slicing you to the bone if it was windy. 

Someone once told me that peilicans were pilots who have come back.

I like that. In this life they get to fly free as a bird!

For Robin ♥ and Illustration Friday.

Happy weekend friends!

Animal Wednesday : Gliding Free

This is a detail from a painting I sold last year. I regret not having a full picture of it because it's one of my favorites. The full view has the pelicans entering from the left with a lot of room on the right yet to go. Your eyes want to follow them across the canvas on their journey.

I used to sit on a bench by the bay with an elderly couple and we'd count pelicans. It was a wonderful way to spend time outside as well as keeping a lonely couple company. The man has since passed away and I don't see his wife anymore. She only lives just up the street from the bench by the bay, yet she can't bring herself there without her long-time companion. Today I can't look at a pelican without thinking of them both.

Happy Animal Wednesday, my friends. May you enjoy your journey.