About the MotmotExploring the natural world with pencil and paper from high atop a one-story bungalow in the middle of Oklahoma.
Category Archives: Petersham
The routine: door closed, music cranked up, paint brush moves to the beat. Time flies agreeably as a painting takes shape. Yesterday’s soundtrack: Warren Zevon, Talking Heads and the ever-energetic Rolling Stones. These are places of rich history. The beautiful ruin of an apple-cider mill on … Continue reading
After many months, I just looked up and realized just how late it’s gotten- while I was busy, the forest changed from a symphony of green to an arboreal fiesta of reds and yellows. People are stuffed into coats and … Continue reading
Oh the chimney’s fallen down and the roof’s all caved in Lettin’ in the sunshine and the rain And the only friend I’ve got now is that good old dog of mine And the little old log cabin in the … Continue reading
Spring arrived sometime yesterday, I think, but it’s flowering nicely and greening right up. The blackflies and mosquitoes got the memo and arrived en masse, as did a goodly number of warblers and other feathered eye candy. I got up … Continue reading
White-throated sparrows are singing in cold, blustery Petersham. Back in Oklahoma that would have announced the onset of winter. Here in the north it ostensibly heralds spring, which at this point is a mere promise; I’m still dressed in down … Continue reading
I spent almost all of Sunday drawing a single-boulder slab quarry. My project here in Harvard Forest is to make drawings of certain things, namely, the abandoned ruins of early New England settlement being reclaimed by nature. Nature tends to … Continue reading