Wednesday, August 18, 2010


Warblers have a special place in my heart. I was out to sea on a research vessel and a storm blew in one night. The next morning was clear and calm and when we came out on deck there were little warblers everywhere. They must have been scared to death but they were so pooped from fighting the storm they just stayed and rested. I sat quietly next to one perched on a ladder and we just watched each other while he regained his strength. I will never forget all those beautiful tiny birds.

1 comment:

The Muse of The Day said...

Good morning Alicia. I think a painting-a-day is the best idea you ever had. I LOVE waking up to a new painting every day. I t is becoming a nice morning ritual. Carolina