Here you will find some of my personal artwork that I did on actual paper
Pastel of a bear
Colored Pencil and ink of a golden eagle
Pastel of a rose
Redtail Hawk story
So cold in the night
It is cold, the night light of the moon shows the hot breath as it leaves the body. A cloudless night in the sky, showing all the stars for their brightness like white dots of snow that have not fallen to the ground. The ground is covered white with an occasional glimpse of a tree branch or maybe even some field grass trying to reach out past the cover of the snow.A sound from within speaks the signs of hunger. How long has it been? The cold air has hardened the body but it must eat. Its home, covered with snow except for where it stands, is high in the sky allowing a good view of the land. Its sight is far; allow it to see even the smallest animal move. The time has come; it must fight the cold off and venture into the darkness and find its prey. Its wings stretch out to loosen the coldness that has set in and to shake off all the snow on its feathers. To the left is a field and to the right is a forest. The branch drops snow to the ground as it jumps into the sky flapping it wings hard to warm them up. The forest offer the best hope for food. Soaring high, it can see far, the forest is near.
A darkness that offers very little light, the forest reaches out its branches to shelter the ground from the cold wind. Do the little animals dare move from their homes to find food? Do they dare attempt the cold and deep snow? The snow will slow them, make it hard to move or run away from danger. It is out there and it will see them.
Snow fall to the ground, the branch has been shaken, it has landed. A smell of death is in the air and it can not escape. Scanning the ground, movement has been seen. Ever so slightly, its head turns to get a better view. The white ground moves, leaves show themselves and then a head appears. Flapping wings pull it into the air and it dives toward the movement. The animal has no chance, it is to fast. The animal hears the sound of a branch moving, which way to go, it is coming? Turning back, the animal runs home. The animals’ path is faster now, the snow has been cleared, and it can make it. The snow explodes, it has hit but there is nothing there. The animal has escaped the danger and it life has been spared.
Calmness settles in the forest but the smell of death is still near. It knows where the smell is coming from and will approach. The snow is darkened and pushed down, small branched reaching out to the sky. Are they trying to keep something out, trying to hide what is within? Walking on to the packed snow, it sees nothing but the smell is here, there must be food near. The snow burst open, grabs it at the leg and hangs on. It is caught, what is holding it in place, what is creating so much pain?
The night was long and cold, as much as it tried to escape, there was no escape. The morning light brought with it a cold breeze from the north. The breeze that would put an end to its suffering if it did not escape soon from this trap. Its wings were frozen open from all the flapping and its body was weak. There was a noise, its head turned to see what was approaching. How would it defend itself, it was too cold to even move. Now the aggressor could be seen, who was the food now? As the human neared, it tried to hide but what bound it would not allow the movement to reach the branches. It would have to face the approaching human. It has never been on this end, always the aggressor not the victim. Now it finds itself in a panic, it sees the human and it knows they will kill. The human is now standing in front of it, looking but not moving to approach any closed. The human speaks noises that are calming, it is not moving just staring at the human. The human approaches to a striking range but does not strike. Instead, the human bends down and reaches out for help. The bindings that once held it are released but there is still no escape, its wings are frozen open. What is the human doing, why is it not killing me? The human reaches out. Should I trust it, is it trying to attack me? It did not. The human grabbed its legs and lifted it out of the branches. Slowly the human folded its wings and wrapped warmth around its body. Where was this human taking me, am I being freed, why does it not just let me go?
It has never been in contact with a human, they are an aggressor but this one did not kill. It offered warmth and a security that it has not ever felt. The human carried it to a structure that it has seen some many time from the air. What is this human going to do with me? Inside the structure was warm, in time, its wings started to tingle as the blood moved. The human cleaned the wounds on its legs and places a piece of meat to be eaten. Oh it was hungry but it did not dare to eat the offering in front of it.
The wait was long but it finally got full use of its wings and the damaged to its legs was minor. The human again approached, reached down to grab its legs. It felt safety; this human was not going to hurt it. The human again tucked it under its arms and left the structure. After a few noised, the human threw me into the air. I was free, the human saved me.