When I spotted this egret one crisp morning a few years ago on Captiva Island, I knew I would have to paint it. For me, the scene represented all that I love most about living on the coast of Florida. Bright, clear sunlight. Big, beautiful birds. The smell of the sand and the sea. The rhythm of waves rolling against the shore, sounding almost like the Gulf is breathing.
I am sick over this boiling, roiling Armageddon building in the Gulf waters. It is gathering strength, preparing to change our world in ways we haven't yet imagined. How long before the sparkle on the water turns ruddy red, coating all in it's wake with proof of our stupidity?
I look at this image now and wonder how many more of these scenes I'll be privileged to see.