The Goose Hunt

Where I get my real farm-fresh fruits and veggies.
You can just make out the North Shore mountains in the distance.

First stop ... ducks

Some attractive [ie. paintable] peppers

Another paintable, gourdish plant

Geese and goslings

My favorites, so big and handsome and low-slung

This should make an interesting painting

All in a row


I set out to get some greens this afternoon, and, as always, passed a small farm I have been meaning to visit for years.  They have poultry, most importantly - geese. So I pulled in and tried to find the owner. A Chinese woman eventually appeared, speaking almost no English [and me, no Cantonese]. I think she gave me an OK to take photos of the geese, so  off I went. I waded through muck and soft soil to find a way into their pens, and it was worth it! Of course, they weren't into posing, so I had to be very quiet and still, down on my knees, to get some shots, and then quietly and unobtrusively follow them around. But I have my goose photos. I find them so handsome and awkward at the same time - love them.

My shoes, after the great goose hunt.

ALMOST There ...

I left it here last night ...

Here now ... just a lot of diddly small things to touch up


At the expense of leaving the lad to find his own amusement today [I didn't ride], I've made fair headway on this painting. I'm feeling somewhat shcrumfly [at odds with myself - I have tons of things that need doing, and I can't seem to get to any of them - GRRRR] Best to leave the painting before I do something wrong.