The drawing is inspired by the aesthetic of The Glory Days of Aimée Bonnard, complete with the carousel horse – a metaphor that keeps reoccurring throughout the book.
As to my day, it included a trip to Mid Main Gallery for a VIP visit, and then some sweet communion with some of nature’s VIPs: the night herons I’m obsessed with, with the occasional graceful egret thrown in. There is a place close to Rice University where there are magical thick live oaks and lots and lots of heron and egret nests. I went there today and what I saw was a good antidote to yesterday’s dead baby bird discovery. I saw many many baby herons, their feathers clearly not yet those of mature birds, their legs long, yellow, and a bit awkward. The babies were walking around in the street foraging independently. Obviously by now they have learned to fly and are figuring out how to stand on their own (weird and yellow) two feet. It was good to see so many of them healthy and happy and close to full-fledged adulthood. It was interesting, too, to figure out at what stage in their growing up journey they are at this point in the season. I guess they do grow up fast and grow into big strong birds.
