Today I started working on a new magnolia painting. These beautiful fragrant white blossoms are blooming everywhere. There’s a short spell in spring when these overlap with the sweet nostalgic scent of the jasmine, before the jasmine fades.
I went to look at birds today in the part of Rice Village that is shaded by lush canopies of live oaks. I saw a lot of black herons and egrets. The egrets made strange noises, almost human-like. Some sort of babbling, some sort of chant. It occurred to me that seeking out the majestic trees and the chanting birds on a Sunday morning was my way of going to church.
