No Bird Watching

This time I met two painters on the viewing platform overlooking the great marshes of Plum Island.

Unlike birdwatchers, they were making their own landscaped wildlife from a palette of godlike colors.

What they were painting though was not what I was seeing and what I was seeing in their art was not what they were painting.

But out there somewhere in-between the burning reeds and grasses slides a Great Blue Heron, singular, original, alive.


~Son Rivers 2009