tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80668060307904614682024-03-26T23:35:45.439-07:00Phil Chadwick's ArtThe Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.comBlogger1120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-54999746791069249292024-03-26T02:57:00.000-07:002024-03-26T02:57:32.289-07:00#2845 "Female Snowy Owl"<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8lkKvaJLi6oRSLNcGv5w-btBcX6i0tEHkPDE_bANn37XjAk0CkBa9qxvxIscfV-gtWisY8tc4i4u758p0wwkFGlUzgjV8KVz967XQMrHKLfNIBSDzhli0AnZf-BpmKYSMmTXCwRuSi5_TmgcUBZQQaDCL1DI-w8YfHdnttCrHezrcdwmuWbR_57khBK0/s800/2845.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="616" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8lkKvaJLi6oRSLNcGv5w-btBcX6i0tEHkPDE_bANn37XjAk0CkBa9qxvxIscfV-gtWisY8tc4i4u758p0wwkFGlUzgjV8KVz967XQMrHKLfNIBSDzhli0AnZf-BpmKYSMmTXCwRuSi5_TmgcUBZQQaDCL1DI-w8YfHdnttCrHezrcdwmuWbR_57khBK0/w308-h400/2845.jpg" width="308" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#2845 "Female Snowy Owl"<br />18x14 oils on stretched canvas<br />Started Saturday, February 17th, 2024</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>This female snowy owl had a whimsical, perhaps questioning expression on her feathered face. I was happy when that emotion also came through in the brush strokes. The owl would have been regarding the man with the camera in front of her and wondering what the fuss might be about. Female snowy owls might not be as showy as the almost virgin white males, but they are stunningly beautiful. That man in front of her would have been my friend, John Verburg, a naturalist and terrific photographer. John provides a tremendous source of inspiration during the winter when the windchill encourages me to stay within the Singleton Studio. John is also very respectful of nature and uses long lenses to give nature the space that it deserves. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkkqQHRFgC6zdSOkuXjH-1alyUqkiHybP_I530mhUBvaL1b95XzuBny4m3dREhTe4XLKTpQ1YzOrqO8Q145K-_mYWvMzERnvuxjbTpYpRMiBFv6YHbBBtXgzsy0_HlBn43hiAtxgsIXfuZTsbPZtO-MrPe-_BGgRiah5_yHITAZHMyyDbXy2Arj38jeA4/s1494/Snowy-Owl-Range.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="1494" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkkqQHRFgC6zdSOkuXjH-1alyUqkiHybP_I530mhUBvaL1b95XzuBny4m3dREhTe4XLKTpQ1YzOrqO8Q145K-_mYWvMzERnvuxjbTpYpRMiBFv6YHbBBtXgzsy0_HlBn43hiAtxgsIXfuZTsbPZtO-MrPe-_BGgRiah5_yHITAZHMyyDbXy2Arj38jeA4/w640-h362/Snowy-Owl-Range.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Snowy owls nest all across the Arctic tundra of Alaska, Canada, Greenland, Scandinavia, and Russia. One careful estimate put their total world population at only about 300,000. However, their numbers undoubtedly vary from year to year, rising and falling with changes in food supply and other factors. They probably have declined overall in the last century. <div><br /></div><div>They're native to Arctic tundra, north of treeline, so for most of the year they wouldn't even see a tree. When some of them come farther south, they seek out areas that look similar to their Arctic territory: prairies, wide-open fields and beaches.<p></p><p>Within a few hours after hatching, the young nestlings are covered with fluffy white down which is replaced by darker gray down within a few days. Their first set of feathers, which takes a while to grow in, is basically white, but with a variable amount of black spotting and barring.</p><p>The number of eggs that the females lay will change from year to year, depending on how much food is available. When food is scarce, they may lay only three to five eggs and sometimes none at all. When food is abundant, as in a year when lemmings are in peak numbers, they may lay seven or even more eggs. This is part of the reason why their numbers can increase so rapidly in a good season.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGcVfNNF-mnvT58lAAuNZDGtx5CNrWB1nNDpU3ZR2tJ5pp-BAtmPY2f4ET4lsA3DKG3F3FIX05vGiqGftHFiyeIsmRx7N5N8DTFmhWwE-R4xFaV7oOJRjNKJGse9R8aZEeM5xP5YM-4UwfRcAE7gOvqdGRk1De1PBxFUytklIkEBUUOxSw8xGCAZxe_O8/s1500/2845InProgress10.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1189" data-original-width="1500" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGcVfNNF-mnvT58lAAuNZDGtx5CNrWB1nNDpU3ZR2tJ5pp-BAtmPY2f4ET4lsA3DKG3F3FIX05vGiqGftHFiyeIsmRx7N5N8DTFmhWwE-R4xFaV7oOJRjNKJGse9R8aZEeM5xP5YM-4UwfRcAE7gOvqdGRk1De1PBxFUytklIkEBUUOxSw8xGCAZxe_O8/w640-h508/2845InProgress10.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Since most of their breeding range is above the Arctic Circle, snowy owls are in a regime of continuous daylight in summer. Snowy owls are thus used to hunting during the continuous light of summer or the dark of winter. Wintering Snowy Owls will often sit in one spot for most of the day, starting to become active near dusk, and doing much of their hunting at dusk or just after dark.<p></p><p>Most owls live in the forest and are active at night, so communicating by voice is a very important part of their behaviour. Since snowy owls live in open country, and they're active in daylight during the breeding season, they have less need for far-carrying sounds. Still, they do make hoarse hooting sounds as part of their territorial defence. They also make a variety of other sounds during interactions with their own kind, including shrieks, cackling barks, mewing cries, and snapping their bills shut loudly. Lone snowy owls on the wintering grounds are often silent.</p><p>Snowy owls are protected so it is best to give them their space. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfMf5KGgPII1C64XyJSk9weW-0I3X9aWR5yF3AKsH2V1QLNLwrBT1Udrx4uE0gA1ce2ygBQEYyFB9N1aQ77cgMc3pUXYJqxbVfaDd0z-jKhChbmQzjOid1aMnnSWIz75QbRShlkd62s3TXfOkXXK0dqnKuV9rnO_5jDl6_-uO0uq_IwF33SY1bMp2a-0U/s1500/2845InProgress1.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1140" data-original-width="1500" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfMf5KGgPII1C64XyJSk9weW-0I3X9aWR5yF3AKsH2V1QLNLwrBT1Udrx4uE0gA1ce2ygBQEYyFB9N1aQ77cgMc3pUXYJqxbVfaDd0z-jKhChbmQzjOid1aMnnSWIz75QbRShlkd62s3TXfOkXXK0dqnKuV9rnO_5jDl6_-uO0uq_IwF33SY1bMp2a-0U/s320/2845InProgress1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The image is displayed on an old, large screen beside the studio easel built by my Dad. I go right to the brush. I typically start with the eyes which have to be perfect. If the eyes are not right, it would be best to stop before you go any further. The painting stays on the easel until I am satisfied... it can take a while! I am in no rush. <p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lX2uOF3EdhmasifWRw1u1KJdI_4FEKHFNADVYnZXTWbDDPSRN8n4Q0poD1XZX_w_ye29H4BxU7zeAC4VzFNOqMVpCbU1PBIOkpxWFLHjvN3RYpdcebJKWRnXoIGsXP9bFNKnonhpjbb2r1UQk04zuKyMwVtynsesMbRbJ0uOoXnGAZeHvCBtmnTJpic/s1515/2845InProgress11.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="772" data-original-width="1515" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lX2uOF3EdhmasifWRw1u1KJdI_4FEKHFNADVYnZXTWbDDPSRN8n4Q0poD1XZX_w_ye29H4BxU7zeAC4VzFNOqMVpCbU1PBIOkpxWFLHjvN3RYpdcebJKWRnXoIGsXP9bFNKnonhpjbb2r1UQk04zuKyMwVtynsesMbRbJ0uOoXnGAZeHvCBtmnTJpic/w640-h326/2845InProgress11.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />For this and much more art, click on <a href="https://pixels.com/featured/female-snowy-owl-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels </a>or go straight to the <a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries" target="_blank">Collections</a>. Here is the new <a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries&artworkgalleryid=1160775" target="_blank">Wet Paint 2024</a> Collection. <p></p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p></div>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-81247262707077904562024-03-21T03:01:00.000-07:002024-03-21T03:01:30.610-07:002844 "Red-tailed Hawk"<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLG9D1ModWSvHpsV6viJzE-0de1Tx-8DLuOxkmTLZiloVZMkMqvz3pAflmPUDRIiuXPvYTTheeL_AKQC4DLh3l7K9Q6zFzR2I4dVKJwjrity2Kn_tHOOycFIizGEQ2wMxlAPoF2jTlH1rE80JbyVOv4v2GoNBUYIWqnAy3g25uSLUuZt4kjN3YH6kZuFo/s800/2844.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="618" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLG9D1ModWSvHpsV6viJzE-0de1Tx-8DLuOxkmTLZiloVZMkMqvz3pAflmPUDRIiuXPvYTTheeL_AKQC4DLh3l7K9Q6zFzR2I4dVKJwjrity2Kn_tHOOycFIizGEQ2wMxlAPoF2jTlH1rE80JbyVOv4v2GoNBUYIWqnAy3g25uSLUuZt4kjN3YH6kZuFo/w309-h400/2844.jpg" width="309" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#2844 "Red-tailed Hawk"<br />18x14 oils on stretched canvas<br />Started February 17th, 2024</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Red-tailed Hawks are the most common hawks in Ontario. Red-tailed Hawks are opportunistic carnivores. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibQJc4J1VvRsdX0OBaBO8aMEmkHzTImG0K37R7H3CLhLLalBgZPUy4hW4vWYVLCyP7ODYdwd60V3zIG_sqtKL-zkASdaAFMeMoOP03CRw1hzJhlxLrc5q_XvfogKjV2Gas8H45Ca4uz6YYQiQ3z4n8mvJR6PoNf9htVRmW-wTKkkrcouKJdIwASI-L0xQ/s1529/Red-tailed-Hawk-Range.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="847" data-original-width="1529" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibQJc4J1VvRsdX0OBaBO8aMEmkHzTImG0K37R7H3CLhLLalBgZPUy4hW4vWYVLCyP7ODYdwd60V3zIG_sqtKL-zkASdaAFMeMoOP03CRw1hzJhlxLrc5q_XvfogKjV2Gas8H45Ca4uz6YYQiQ3z4n8mvJR6PoNf9htVRmW-wTKkkrcouKJdIwASI-L0xQ/w400-h221/Red-tailed-Hawk-Range.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>The primary part of their diet is small mammals such as mice, moles, rats, squirrels, and rabbits. They favour hunting from a tall perch. The Red-tailed Hawk is not a species at risk in Ontario however they still face a range of mortal threats. <p></p><p>This is another image taken by my friend, John Verburg, a naturalist and terrific photographer. John provides a tremendous source of inspiration during the winter when the windchill encourages me to stay within the Singleton Studio.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9-oqSsXzzQDFMRY2dCYi-PVu9YJ6ybHZs9vwgdP5xyYQr8k2Z9FaBwVaO6C276oF1rLy5_nGFmtKxc1l7edIn_WM86E3s4Wjlr5ZrjLJOv7GtdHdUqsvAtmvo_kjgOY_Ernl137TNBzhTUr53h2DvLe6LrS1fE1V0n6RFAkZxTJWjq0bJUYoz7Lf2EF0/s1516/2844InProgress12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="850" data-original-width="1516" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9-oqSsXzzQDFMRY2dCYi-PVu9YJ6ybHZs9vwgdP5xyYQr8k2Z9FaBwVaO6C276oF1rLy5_nGFmtKxc1l7edIn_WM86E3s4Wjlr5ZrjLJOv7GtdHdUqsvAtmvo_kjgOY_Ernl137TNBzhTUr53h2DvLe6LrS1fE1V0n6RFAkZxTJWjq0bJUYoz7Lf2EF0/w640-h358/2844InProgress12.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The image is displayed on an old, large screen beside the studio easel built by my Dad and I go right to the brush. The painting stays on the easel until I am satisfied... it can take a while!<p></p><p>For this and much more art, click on <a href="https://pixels.com/featured/red-tailed-hawk-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels </a>or go straight to the <a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries" target="_blank">Collections</a>. Here is the new <a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries&artworkgalleryid=1160775" target="_blank">Wet Paint 2024</a> Collection. </p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-58414401335741666382024-03-12T02:25:00.000-07:002024-03-12T02:25:32.923-07:00#2843 "March Bluebird"<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDJzJs16xNoP-Syy7VvMjGFYb9C4FsnKSjF0EcAzIt0nHSPZfgjvvSf0IL_rgSc4RUMGASgGE8laKmy5aIiyAftOwttxR1_nvpHY6LQ5c382Ve0j6cuaee0dyAv90EyFZyAjKXaLoryhdzX1684kdFIRupjzevnQ1ohpIdm9snv6ie8JBs9pIyA_EduCU/s1028/2843.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1028" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDJzJs16xNoP-Syy7VvMjGFYb9C4FsnKSjF0EcAzIt0nHSPZfgjvvSf0IL_rgSc4RUMGASgGE8laKmy5aIiyAftOwttxR1_nvpHY6LQ5c382Ve0j6cuaee0dyAv90EyFZyAjKXaLoryhdzX1684kdFIRupjzevnQ1ohpIdm9snv6ie8JBs9pIyA_EduCU/w400-h311/2843.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#2843 "March Bluebird"<br />14x18 inches oils on stretched canvas</td></tr></tbody></table><br />With climate change, the bluebirds are now year-round residents at Singleton Lake in eastern Ontario. They seem to survive on the small cones of red cedars. Bluebirds can be attracted to platform feeders, filled with grubs of the darkling beetle. These beetles are mainly sold online as <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mealworm" target="_blank">mealworms</a>. Bluebirds will also eat raisins soaked in water. Some people even use backyard heated birdbaths that winter bluebirds apparently enjoy.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5jsu4A2TnNXBgnPAiGaE13rO8b9PXof6ydGua1Nl2Hig3D82j_U-9xHC82k-o3vorh2reNB77e-PL_dxmJzOgDa30G1ktrXILKur3XyJjgO5MmKT2c7KZFeDqAu6eZKweTy5JQ_pkztM9hqbal8Rg6slJ5YlFjx0H6PknJKIweo7ZJDa_8rRJs63rS4g/s1369/Bluebird-Range.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="849" data-original-width="1369" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5jsu4A2TnNXBgnPAiGaE13rO8b9PXof6ydGua1Nl2Hig3D82j_U-9xHC82k-o3vorh2reNB77e-PL_dxmJzOgDa30G1ktrXILKur3XyJjgO5MmKT2c7KZFeDqAu6eZKweTy5JQ_pkztM9hqbal8Rg6slJ5YlFjx0H6PknJKIweo7ZJDa_8rRJs63rS4g/w400-h248/Bluebird-Range.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>We do not engage in any of these unnatural encouragements to try to persuade the birds to stay year-round. There are no mealworms or warm baths at Singleton. Severe winter storms are even more likely in the cold trough that will dominate eastern Canada for the next couple of decades. After that, the entire planet will be too warm for snow. Winter storms would probably result in many casualties within the bird population that refuses to migrate as they have for thousands of centuries. Bluebirds have been known to live for a decade so the birds that inhabit the Singleton Sanctuary know us well. I would never wish to encourage their premature demise even though I love to see and hear them...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_O5MekXEDYvHI1MyXUtKyDQHPNkUPKwCzHUlkQiKiLm5G7SAnIwIVAl5puoRGTx0CMPuc_EwwA4qFA6pHS3HqBj1YLigxMrNtS1w3o45c27p_7rX7BjfvdpSqdDGG80rjpKehRFfo3uN36GbzHieZkmbXFaYkl4UKBVCmH-J1dyZVG1WK8ALapAwNmQU/s1500/2843InProgress1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="943" data-original-width="1500" height="402" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_O5MekXEDYvHI1MyXUtKyDQHPNkUPKwCzHUlkQiKiLm5G7SAnIwIVAl5puoRGTx0CMPuc_EwwA4qFA6pHS3HqBj1YLigxMrNtS1w3o45c27p_7rX7BjfvdpSqdDGG80rjpKehRFfo3uN36GbzHieZkmbXFaYkl4UKBVCmH-J1dyZVG1WK8ALapAwNmQU/w640-h402/2843InProgress1.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The first-day painting at the Studio easel. Right to the brush... starting with tones.</td></tr></tbody></table><div><p>This male bluebird had already claimed one of the most favourable Peterson Blue Bird Houses within the Singleton Sanctuary. I could see his breath condense into ice crystals as he sang. I included those wisps of song in the condensed vapours that I painted. </p><p>It was a chilly March morning in 2021. Hoar frost covered the branches of the shagbark hickory. The frost forms first and thickest on the smaller branches. Those twigs have less heat capacity and cool to freezing faster than the larger branches. The layer of frost on the larger limbs was thin in comparison. </p><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEe4dpbRoxeyirQgBRCq6TtWUvUiDt8uHWGck-RA1d76E9vQCHjs7DVskZXnKjiAdpTY-jFLZ9OaaOliOa5cScEr_92NPrIlbBS4CqZikqtO2l1YNcgVlVYX414pXxcJVyjgcDpqqtZH-ZBQvmu8DqSv9Y9sJcNivOjBO5vfLrSebNaXLEhCYODH73lZI/s2560/Bluebird-March-2021-3.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEe4dpbRoxeyirQgBRCq6TtWUvUiDt8uHWGck-RA1d76E9vQCHjs7DVskZXnKjiAdpTY-jFLZ9OaaOliOa5cScEr_92NPrIlbBS4CqZikqtO2l1YNcgVlVYX414pXxcJVyjgcDpqqtZH-ZBQvmu8DqSv9Y9sJcNivOjBO5vfLrSebNaXLEhCYODH73lZI/s320/Bluebird-March-2021-3.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Male Bluebird March 2021 </td></tr></tbody></table>Hoar frost typically forms on calm, cool and clear nights when the air mass is moist with water vapour. The word '<i>hoar</i>' comes from the old English "<i>showing characteristics of age, especially having grey or white hair</i>". Apparently, the feathery ice crystals resemble the white hair or the beard of someone old. I have enjoyed white hair from my thirties so white is not necessarily old. Water vapour sublimates from gas to solid ice crystals on the twigs of the hickory. The size of the frost that forms depends on how much water vapour is available to '<i>feed</i>' the ice crystals as they grow. Vapour pressure over ice has a maximum near minus 12 Celsius and I expect that was the temperature when the bluebird was singing about how happy he was to be home in the Singleton Sanctuary. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkO8IC02yCTBMEL85TADZAHrSfXUwE6gCMnTx0DDIvTL3FFLXOGdWfFCWH7kag2j-3zKdnNhr6G9clwMe2KYuENoenV-KmKcrqd1uF2EXRvFlvb5oSDClRm2a5-fDvqWHZ6kLM75JaJ1vKqJIHBFYLEy4jXGdFoexsexE8VE2qMpsITzklc35-9D5CsEQ/s2415/Artistic-Licence-1.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2415" data-original-width="1546" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkO8IC02yCTBMEL85TADZAHrSfXUwE6gCMnTx0DDIvTL3FFLXOGdWfFCWH7kag2j-3zKdnNhr6G9clwMe2KYuENoenV-KmKcrqd1uF2EXRvFlvb5oSDClRm2a5-fDvqWHZ6kLM75JaJ1vKqJIHBFYLEy4jXGdFoexsexE8VE2qMpsITzklc35-9D5CsEQ/w256-h400/Artistic-Licence-1.jpg" width="256" /></a></div>I possess Artistic License Number 000516 and I admit to enhancing the amount of hoar frost on those shagbark hickory branches. I probably should invoke that license more than I do. However, I prefer to record what I see while keeping the brush strokes painterly in nature. As a meteorologist, I focussed on the facts since people tend to prefer realism as opposed to abstraction in their weather forecasts. Some of that tendency has bridged over into my art. Maybe I should let my hair down more!<p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjawqJVdiw-SlGjCytsV4KFIB2WYvGgAbnjpljwnqQeviHWr9qR9wWCRRH85lOLMYvk_x9bBneOfjwVZUH7rbMhU5aCw520xuCq54TdNYQ6wK4WKEfvR4NQcVZU4Ldd4vABPARhY2LXwKG72h7lHd7fqM8WG87ihRHbBKE78Y2wb8bCu9HvTbFBdv8NHc8/s1184/2843InProgress10.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="741" data-original-width="1184" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjawqJVdiw-SlGjCytsV4KFIB2WYvGgAbnjpljwnqQeviHWr9qR9wWCRRH85lOLMYvk_x9bBneOfjwVZUH7rbMhU5aCw520xuCq54TdNYQ6wK4WKEfvR4NQcVZU4Ldd4vABPARhY2LXwKG72h7lHd7fqM8WG87ihRHbBKE78Y2wb8bCu9HvTbFBdv8NHc8/w640-h400/2843InProgress10.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">By the way, climate change and its impacts is not a question of belief. The science has been well-known since the 1800s. The impacts have been well predicted. The tipping points can be observed. Please read John Vaillant's fine book "<i><a href="https://www.nytimes.com/2023/06/06/books/review/fire-weather-john-vaillant.html" target="_blank">Fire Weathe</a></i>r" is a textbook on the science and sociological aspects of climate change disguised as an action tale about the Fort McMurray wildfire. Be informed.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsPshtL2FKbkSCE5XI8cxXKP9OeRf4QE7y9aP6iuibelEcPVpKroqQBzHu4fyiMuclxOvdtPOQQGOWu-tDGNh4AOny-JmaUuLOZlgWcL0qMlbvpPz_nmwrDtD6erAk8J5Q8OaGJpuJmOhldTjjvsx2TDiYmW1U9KQo1wQfl7VlpqAbCl19Qa4cZTsGwGc/s1523/Climate-Change-Graphic-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="808" data-original-width="1523" height="340" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsPshtL2FKbkSCE5XI8cxXKP9OeRf4QE7y9aP6iuibelEcPVpKroqQBzHu4fyiMuclxOvdtPOQQGOWu-tDGNh4AOny-JmaUuLOZlgWcL0qMlbvpPz_nmwrDtD6erAk8J5Q8OaGJpuJmOhldTjjvsx2TDiYmW1U9KQo1wQfl7VlpqAbCl19Qa4cZTsGwGc/w640-h340/Climate-Change-Graphic-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The response of Canadian politicians of all flavours to the obvious impacts of climate change was to remove the scientists and dumpster their research… forbidding them to use those words in any sentence. Deny the science, destroy the evidence and get rid of the messengers. Shame.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nature and art still make sense though. </div><div><br /></div>For this and much more art, click on <a href="https://pixels.com/featured/march-bluebird-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels </a>or go straight to the <a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries" target="_blank">Collections</a>. Here is the new <a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries&artworkgalleryid=1160775" target="_blank">Wet Paint 2024</a> Collection. <p></p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p></div>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-79106930497877614182024-03-07T02:44:00.000-08:002024-03-07T02:46:25.921-08:00#2842 "Northern Shrike"<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii1_CL15M7-qEexHkzbkXF3IHzimnv0fGBnuYtBXpUHZzk7kWK_0tDDULq4yLEJ1gbWMThCMg4-eXysRsZsiqcZaAf69ZEnFHDuh-p-qUj_ru4CaeEnu__WRG0bQUi4-Dq3obDR72uht5meLjPtDQGl9Fr1TLQxz7cDdGmVlpkrOj1PvHHJpMT6l-FMqk/s800/2842.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="622" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii1_CL15M7-qEexHkzbkXF3IHzimnv0fGBnuYtBXpUHZzk7kWK_0tDDULq4yLEJ1gbWMThCMg4-eXysRsZsiqcZaAf69ZEnFHDuh-p-qUj_ru4CaeEnu__WRG0bQUi4-Dq3obDR72uht5meLjPtDQGl9Fr1TLQxz7cDdGmVlpkrOj1PvHHJpMT6l-FMqk/w498-h640/2842.jpg" width="498" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#2842 "Northern Shrike"<br />18x14 oils on stretched canvas</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>This is another image taken by my friend, John Verburg, a naturalist and terrific photographer. John provides a tremendous source of inspiration during the winter when the windchill encourages me to stay within the Singleton Studio. These striking birds are rarely seen but look for solitary and wary robin-sized birds perched at the top of a lone tree in an open field, watching for prey. </p><p>The burly, bull-headed Northern Shrike is a pint-sized predator of birds, small mammals, and insects. A bold black mask and stout, hooked bill heighten the impression of danger in these fierce predators. They breed in far northern North America and come as far south as the northern U.S. for winter. They hunt in brushy, semiopen habitats, chasing after birds, creeping through dense brush to ambush prey, or pouncing on mice. They often save food for later by impaling it on thorns or barbed wire. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicMUabOLepG17RwSvHYcZ7KK7AE-7N-t-776zkFLSCWYGQ4vHtUfB0QKEiyaBMF1gZ4-WG5WgL0IrbquSatS-yMA0rtSgoifTuf5rLMf6GH_p_Cyrg2-vV6W-wyAk5mg3Crkm35ysN1LkK9drWHKJrVaXjrE_G0y8nVQqFpRiVog0jn8hbWxSlStVorms/s1084/Shrikes-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="513" data-original-width="1084" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicMUabOLepG17RwSvHYcZ7KK7AE-7N-t-776zkFLSCWYGQ4vHtUfB0QKEiyaBMF1gZ4-WG5WgL0IrbquSatS-yMA0rtSgoifTuf5rLMf6GH_p_Cyrg2-vV6W-wyAk5mg3Crkm35ysN1LkK9drWHKJrVaXjrE_G0y8nVQqFpRiVog0jn8hbWxSlStVorms/w640-h302/Shrikes-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnxWoYhyphenhyphenokt7SdeVU1uqQ0GdcaGT1Y5IWV65fFrRgqUBzI85raylLUF1FPO5FbQJAey-meeJkD4aCtwjZDWhpMhuS9OxeWIbc5SHvKhcPGBw56ZPUXCooNQy7MimyiXUiu8rCZnc2M-4hjzEzPSNpe3PnXW0GYxrq6d6gEGuZaoEnfDjfEBeMx7IgaPKM/s956/Northern-Shrike-Range.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="850" data-original-width="956" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnxWoYhyphenhyphenokt7SdeVU1uqQ0GdcaGT1Y5IWV65fFrRgqUBzI85raylLUF1FPO5FbQJAey-meeJkD4aCtwjZDWhpMhuS9OxeWIbc5SHvKhcPGBw56ZPUXCooNQy7MimyiXUiu8rCZnc2M-4hjzEzPSNpe3PnXW0GYxrq6d6gEGuZaoEnfDjfEBeMx7IgaPKM/s320/Northern-Shrike-Range.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Loggerhead Shrikes have a thicker black mask than Northern Shrikes that often extends over the eye and above the bill. They have cleaner white underparts without the fine barring of Northern Shrikes. <p></p><p>There was an Environment Canada (EC) pamphlet produced during the era of "<i>program reviews</i>" (<i>aka budget cuts/career losses</i>) in the 1990s. A northern shrike was featured prominently on the cover. The EC directors probably never realized that the "<i>butcher bird</i>" was an editorial comment on what was transpiring within the public service. </p><p>There was a forty-year window of opportunity to take real measures on climate change beginning in the 1970s. The threats to the environment were apparent and not just dire warnings found in 200-year-old science literature. Sadly, the response to the climate and environmental crisis by governments and corporations became increasingly clear during my career. Maybe someone still has a copy of that pamphlet... </p><p>In particular, the 1990s was a time of cuts at all levels of government. Just when the efforts to address climate change and unsustainable extraction should have been escalating. The window of opportunity to take meaningful steps was still open but the cuts to science and service were brutal. The superficial and ineffective deeds did not match the heroic, political rhetoric. </p><p>Provincially, a series of"<i>sharp</i>" budget cuts to the <a href="https://www.jstor.org/stable/3552259 " target="_blank">Ontario Ministry of the Environment</a> in the 1990s saw the lifetime efforts of many scientists that I personally knew and called friends, simply thrown in the dumpster outside their cubicle. https://www.jstor.org/stable/3552259 </p><p>Federally, the cuts also started in the 1990s. The cuts to environmental services spoke volumes and those who were eligible to "<i>retire early</i>", simply left taking decades of knowledge and experience with them. Those assaults on science have never stopped. </p><p>A March 19, 2014 article bannered as "<i><a href="https://www.thestar.com/opinion/contributors/echoes-of-walkerton-in-environment-canada-cuts/article_cfe9d42a-3330-5af7-b95e-fddd03092f16.html " target="_blank">Echoes of Walkerton in Environment Canada cuts</a></i>" follows with "<i>Health and safety of Canadians is at risk with latest slashing of Environment Canada budget.</i>" </p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;">"Albert Einstein's well-known definition of insanity as "doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results" is unsettlingly relevant to a new round of federal government cuts. The latest slashing of Environment Canada, which by 2016 will have half the budget it had in 2007, calls to mind a series of deep cuts to environmental protections in Ontario in the late 1990s. Some of the players are even the same, so they cannot reasonably claim to be ignorant of the tragic consequences.Both at the provincial and federal levels. Not much has changed." </p></blockquote><p>Chapter 20 of John Vaillant's fine book "<i><a href="https://www.nytimes.com/2023/06/06/books/review/fire-weather-john-vaillant.html " target="_blank">Fire Weather</a></i>" summarizes the science, corporate greed and pitiful, pandering politicians seeking profit and power. The hypocritical deeds of those in control closed the window of climate change opportunity. Vailllant's 25 pages accurately cover the back story of what I described above. </p><p>The planet is almost a quarter of the way into the Century of Fire and the threshold of "OnePointFive-Celsius" - perhaps even achievable in 2024. Meanwhile, Canada charges full steam ahead in the Petrocene racing Russia to be recognized as the worst climate laggards within the environmental community. </p><p>The cost of these actions is becoming painfully clear as current record-warm weather integrates into the record-warm climate. The planet is entering a whole new climate and weather world with atmospheric carbon levels that have not been seen in more than 3 million years ago, during the Mid-Pliocene Warm Period. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg4celFYYDpFTRjMzUGACoQvYRH95FKNoH5gNJYnN_EPDOBJZf6xZbb6z48sRL6Fcox1xsC1qqKdM9Q4v6MD2VCmv4aKUFhpvTZ7-RlQOYUdObftEBXr03i0rvRWCoevqNYPHPthUS5zuxAxatHy1YnVzH6eCUjSkuatlym2Lw9OCt-N1VVon_S_rPA58/s1500/2842InProgress7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="837" data-original-width="1500" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg4celFYYDpFTRjMzUGACoQvYRH95FKNoH5gNJYnN_EPDOBJZf6xZbb6z48sRL6Fcox1xsC1qqKdM9Q4v6MD2VCmv4aKUFhpvTZ7-RlQOYUdObftEBXr03i0rvRWCoevqNYPHPthUS5zuxAxatHy1YnVzH6eCUjSkuatlym2Lw9OCt-N1VVon_S_rPA58/w640-h358/2842InProgress7.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>I was still thinking of the birds of prey and the countless other species that call this portion of the Frontenac Arch Biosphere home as I painted. There are between 1,500 and 3,000 feathers in general on small songbirds. Art can keep me very busy but there is still time to get out and see real nature every day in the Singleton Sanctuary. </p><p>For this and much more art, click on <a href="https://pixels.com/featured/northern-shrike-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels </a>or go straight to the <a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries" target="_blank">Collections</a>. Here is the new <a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries&artworkgalleryid=1160775" target="_blank">Wet Paint 2024</a> Collection. </p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-16779367209708745652024-02-29T02:04:00.000-08:002024-02-29T02:04:38.960-08:00#2841 "Blue Bird of Paradise"<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJIyFwFBdQbRXPCp68N11b7476hNR03nZo6gpMAE4WdujLDS3ARVJHWCK7xm9FaGLVC9xOu9iAXEupw1NiE9oLY8SmH2iFYFgpOY5Ujp6k_SKXKBaOBG98HSW4EVDww-14JXhoS6fSE01shF-49udv-onm4OGC4nMHL2_K6xz_95So844yi8b9eu0VseE/s1027/2841.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1027" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJIyFwFBdQbRXPCp68N11b7476hNR03nZo6gpMAE4WdujLDS3ARVJHWCK7xm9FaGLVC9xOu9iAXEupw1NiE9oLY8SmH2iFYFgpOY5Ujp6k_SKXKBaOBG98HSW4EVDww-14JXhoS6fSE01shF-49udv-onm4OGC4nMHL2_K6xz_95So844yi8b9eu0VseE/w400-h311/2841.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#2841 "Blue Bird of Paradise"<br />14 X 18 inches oils on stretched canvas.<br />Started Saturday, February 17th, 2024 </td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgulyU0dIcLOHTChXTJEWky3vOrNjmdCUwVvH_h37dDQ1H4DzQwwzxXgeegZ3jFL1hKbz_w_h542-SVq7Vkf_PJh0qR25IxKW9x3om-e5HXhxmSfohNMaFsdIpyRhazPS4Ro2LAg9ja_UkIYoM8ShsOPvs5iVxYOTjSdlgXaCfdvRiQrId4PeYmCXdKzCM/s614/bluebird2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="614" data-original-width="374" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgulyU0dIcLOHTChXTJEWky3vOrNjmdCUwVvH_h37dDQ1H4DzQwwzxXgeegZ3jFL1hKbz_w_h542-SVq7Vkf_PJh0qR25IxKW9x3om-e5HXhxmSfohNMaFsdIpyRhazPS4Ro2LAg9ja_UkIYoM8ShsOPvs5iVxYOTjSdlgXaCfdvRiQrId4PeYmCXdKzCM/w244-h400/bluebird2.jpg" width="244" /></a></div>I have constructed several hundred Peterson Blue Bird houses in my time. There were always construction scraps to turn into something useful. Waste not and want not. The northwest corner of King Township and the Greenbelt has most of those boxes but there are still a hundred within the Singleton Sanctuary. All varieties of birds enjoy the Peterson Blue Birdhouse design. (https://www.familyhandyman.com/project/build-a-bluebird-house/) When my workshop was functional, there would be twenty or more Peterson boxes in construction. There were jigs set up to make every cut perfect. The reward was to see several broods emerge from each Peterson Blue Birdhouse every summer. With climate change, the bluebirds are now year-round residents at Singleton Lake and seem to survive on the cones of red cedars. Bluebirds have been known to live for a decade so the birds that inhabit the sanctuary know us well. <p></p><p>Blue Bird is supposed to be one word but the two words in the title ensure that the name of this painting is unique. I used a photo taken by my friend John Verburg for this painting. The bluebird sparkled against the autumn colours of the edge of the forest.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqMUftcXdcJyX3oS7y9NCzltDQYwybQz2erGqGBHfeCsZjDIxwG022bVS1NmO5bwX8I0JcTEkF95vo41F3df21UVkVzposoR4kiY4g3XbLPnlRy4zflMxT1EO8i7x1cnyyFr_izjIXqIhTwtuAN9ACVBEjoVs7mtFamR1mMjpGHwfApvhManNWvO06_fY/s1369/Bluebird-Range.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="849" data-original-width="1369" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqMUftcXdcJyX3oS7y9NCzltDQYwybQz2erGqGBHfeCsZjDIxwG022bVS1NmO5bwX8I0JcTEkF95vo41F3df21UVkVzposoR4kiY4g3XbLPnlRy4zflMxT1EO8i7x1cnyyFr_izjIXqIhTwtuAN9ACVBEjoVs7mtFamR1mMjpGHwfApvhManNWvO06_fY/w400-h248/Bluebird-Range.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>By the 1970s, bluebird numbers had declined by estimates ranging to 70 percent. The widespread use of pesticides was certainly a cause. However, unsuccessful competition with invasive species such as house sparrows and starlings is also cited. These birds all compete for nesting cavities. The unspoken elephant in the room is the widespread and serious decline in habitat both in amount and quality. An upsurge in bluebird numbers starting in the 1990s can be attributed largely to a movement of volunteers establishing and maintaining bluebird trails. Cornell University's Laboratory of Ornithology reports bluebird sightings across the southern U.S. as part of its yearly Backyard Bird Count, something that we participate in at Singleton Lake. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; clear: both; color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"></div><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: left; font-family: "Times New Roman"; letter-spacing: normal; margin-right: 1em; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-transform: none; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBSaz1F_TmAsZT265_aP5r21q_aOrJkAiKVMhU3bc5ILjFVOQKX6y1J4mNYZLd0h8-u0521gkPhVAXUe56XKhg66pErBuu7rmd2MI2-Oi3R50Qc7z4tSjXosudXtGTdLTm958XRnOjoNJ5hq4vCMBbW0X5er3ubhOttPCOMbP56asuRoL3YAPQ3-7Ozvs/s1500/2841InProgress1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1500" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBSaz1F_TmAsZT265_aP5r21q_aOrJkAiKVMhU3bc5ILjFVOQKX6y1J4mNYZLd0h8-u0521gkPhVAXUe56XKhg66pErBuu7rmd2MI2-Oi3R50Qc7z4tSjXosudXtGTdLTm958XRnOjoNJ5hq4vCMBbW0X5er3ubhOttPCOMbP56asuRoL3YAPQ3-7Ozvs/s320/2841InProgress1.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Right to the brush... on the Studio easel</td></tr></tbody></table><p>I was thinking of the countless other species that call this portion of the Frontenac Arch Biosphere home as I painted. We are very fortunate to witness nature every day in the Singleton Sanctuary. </p><p>The bluebird is also the inspiration for many songs - not just paintings. "<i>Bluebird of Happiness</i>" is a song composed in 1934. "Bluebird" is another song written by Stephen Stills and recorded by the rock band Buffalo Springfield in 1967. It contains the lyrics "There she sits aloft at perch. Strangest colour blue." </p><p>For this and much more art, click on <a href="https://pixels.com/featured/blue-bird-of-paradise-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels </a>or go straight to the <a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries" target="_blank">Collections</a>. Here is the new <a href="https://1-phil-chadwick.pixels.com/art" target="_blank">Wet Paint 2024</a> Collection. </p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-50722723708545232072024-02-22T05:23:00.000-08:002024-02-22T05:23:22.611-08:00#2840 "Cooper's Glare"<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZj_QT2apB906HTmY_gdW4swZIrS-FuP42Kqdi7ytL-tI9cnJIM113NTgRn-_opDxmo5CEtgb0wpP7cStTC3XtjuE2BQVgwylMHwVHGZKy6ky9dmJN8L5T5myCfntS7nIIKwSrvhMGFnT1-sfbs16Jo00H0z_TXpt5NnNCdhEhXNz_X_GBbk7t1YSMPGc/s800/2840.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="644" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZj_QT2apB906HTmY_gdW4swZIrS-FuP42Kqdi7ytL-tI9cnJIM113NTgRn-_opDxmo5CEtgb0wpP7cStTC3XtjuE2BQVgwylMHwVHGZKy6ky9dmJN8L5T5myCfntS7nIIKwSrvhMGFnT1-sfbs16Jo00H0z_TXpt5NnNCdhEhXNz_X_GBbk7t1YSMPGc/w516-h640/2840.JPG" width="516" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#2840 "Cooper's Glare"<br />20 (height) X 16 (width) inches by 3/4 (plus) in depth (inches). <br />Started 11 am Thursday, February 1st, 2024.<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>The best way to not over-work a painting is to start another canvas. I was getting to that stage with <i><a href="https://philchadwickart.blogspot.com/2024/02/2839-american-kestrel.html " target="_blank">#2839 "American Kestrel"</a></i>. There was some dabbing of unnecessary details going on. Time to step away from that easel at least for a while. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-0SlPexPO2cQf07cZuVj8dI65_GGh0SDt10y-kb_cIXtegdI6JKsMKjYg6l1EgRoIVBn4HQSYaCHXfbZuJhK8cXZ6BFdeLGOgUYHoEyeOU-BNVFEhkLYaDYMqscyLKmz5jOPUXxQadTX7T5YkB_7r2SEaVn5eV4CXC1I0wYFpyBBTewNz5og_YXrhWNI/s1500/2840InProgress4.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="923" data-original-width="1500" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-0SlPexPO2cQf07cZuVj8dI65_GGh0SDt10y-kb_cIXtegdI6JKsMKjYg6l1EgRoIVBn4HQSYaCHXfbZuJhK8cXZ6BFdeLGOgUYHoEyeOU-BNVFEhkLYaDYMqscyLKmz5jOPUXxQadTX7T5YkB_7r2SEaVn5eV4CXC1I0wYFpyBBTewNz5og_YXrhWNI/s320/2840InProgress4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>My friend, John Verburg, a naturalist and terrific photographer had a wonderful image of a Cooper's hawk. That striking picture had been in my mind for several weeks. The hawk displayed an extreme attitude while nestled within the interlaced branches of an autumn oak. John encourages me to paint from his art and this one begged to be in oils. I display the photo on an old TV and go right to the brush. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhexvNGeVQpc9zzBbU798Do2KTrpN5p_i9EfYGM-7KIOJYC9pbkEoBioqqRKfNXSeci4vtk7g7pI1kqxPEtBOClKOcx9lDNvIsKJ2sJUnCfuFtoewkFkSZhLFjb5AHItrd9eSjPuJg2-ftsvb9suHZ8Z0SsKWalNh6IHybSlvqAyeeArKduFwuRaOXRkAM/s1348/2840-0554-Eyes.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="1348" height="394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhexvNGeVQpc9zzBbU798Do2KTrpN5p_i9EfYGM-7KIOJYC9pbkEoBioqqRKfNXSeci4vtk7g7pI1kqxPEtBOClKOcx9lDNvIsKJ2sJUnCfuFtoewkFkSZhLFjb5AHItrd9eSjPuJg2-ftsvb9suHZ8Z0SsKWalNh6IHybSlvqAyeeArKduFwuRaOXRkAM/w640-h394/2840-0554-Eyes.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />This bird also reminded me of <i><a href="http://fineartamerica.com/featured/sharp-stare-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">#0554 "Sharp Stare!"</a></i>. That sharp-shinned hawk also had a lot of rapt demeanour in those eyes. The word "<i>rapt</i>" is very apt and defined as "<i>completely fascinated by what one is seeing or hearing.</i>" A <i>raptor </i>is also defined as a bird of prey such as an eagle, hawk, falcon, or owl. The English language and the history of these words can be fascinating! <p></p><p>I wanted to have a similar name for this painting, kindred of #0554. The word "<i>glare</i>" came immediately to mind: "<i>stare in an angry or fierce way</i>". The meaning of the word glare perfectly fits the intent displayed in the Cooper's Hawk's eyes. I had to get those orbs perfect.- without being fussy with the brush strokes.</p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIexZy_8zQb9FdSLnLwMfVkqpWuSij9DUBtyuNozKDBRkQJt3-Xoq_IMDpq-ALzcY73qesAraUfvTjzw_wSOnkd25VNPwjfv31s9WcsWrkcr2pC2XQV2uoR3eGEGFNbgFAs_YsclkTII2IBdeyr2E9lpJIGKoqhmwVchMHqkXKaJfTB-m8IP_S66f7GHU/s1500/2840InProgress10.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="844" data-original-width="1500" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIexZy_8zQb9FdSLnLwMfVkqpWuSij9DUBtyuNozKDBRkQJt3-Xoq_IMDpq-ALzcY73qesAraUfvTjzw_wSOnkd25VNPwjfv31s9WcsWrkcr2pC2XQV2uoR3eGEGFNbgFAs_YsclkTII2IBdeyr2E9lpJIGKoqhmwVchMHqkXKaJfTB-m8IP_S66f7GHU/w640-h360/2840InProgress10.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#2840 "<i>Cooper's Glare</i>" about halfway to completion within the Singleton Sanctuary</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD_X_63nCg05nv4NFL1JvaaoPdiXAIPc3XP9Jb4hQbijJi1BqZKovlzQkfeRnpqcM3tTI3UJfY9USIGH3I9WHFyiK9DRMZup7Q1kgj-7WrqOR0lM2mykUTeeVPy3lF7c8OANv3i4kmV8o6b4qClbXGQdPLOMiibq_UFcw8DFn4kxgQbvul4KkBlg1SPQg/s783/Coopers-Hawk-Range.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="735" data-original-width="783" height="375" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD_X_63nCg05nv4NFL1JvaaoPdiXAIPc3XP9Jb4hQbijJi1BqZKovlzQkfeRnpqcM3tTI3UJfY9USIGH3I9WHFyiK9DRMZup7Q1kgj-7WrqOR0lM2mykUTeeVPy3lF7c8OANv3i4kmV8o6b4qClbXGQdPLOMiibq_UFcw8DFn4kxgQbvul4KkBlg1SPQg/w400-h375/Coopers-Hawk-Range.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>The Cooper's is a medium-sized hawk of the woodlands. They really enjoy the Singleton Sanctuary. They feed mostly on birds and small mammals and hunt by stealth, approaching their prey through dense cover and then pouncing with a rapid, powerful flight. Of the three bird-eating accipiter hawks, Cooper's is the mid-sized species and the most widespread as a nesting bird south of Canada. <p></p><p>I have constructed shelters for the smaller creatures to encourage their numbers within the Singleton Sanctuary. They are also vital inhabitants, but I am careful not to tell them that they are the base of the food chain. The raptors appreciate those efforts but so do the small creatures. Everyone is happy. </p><p>As I painted, I was thinking of the birds of prey and the countless other species that call this portion of the Frontenac Arch Biosphere home. We are very fortunate to see all kinds of nature every day in the Singleton Sanctuary. </p><p>For this and much more art, click on <a href="https://pixels.com/featured/coopers-glare-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels </a>or go straight to the <a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries" target="_blank">Collections</a>. Here is the new <a href="https://1-phil-chadwick.pixels.com/art" target="_blank">Wet Paint 2024</a> Collection. </p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-11561022571699762812024-02-17T02:32:00.000-08:002024-02-17T02:33:43.882-08:00#2839 "American Kestrel"<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhybEyXjF2rSl2r9a1gnGi7pVUnn-y-aoPImovCKzLoKPsGFD1dHV989nlxFizPt3uNi_LHUeVT2uuqgUpeI98gibjodS8FmDoGTihHNPwUBIufZlG3M3uNH3Ow4AqFMej22lLJRXK4DYiXQeHDjU0i2c9SHbkyePwaFCJjWrnnbm-nBermg27MPJMrwZU/s800/2839.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="639" data-original-width="800" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhybEyXjF2rSl2r9a1gnGi7pVUnn-y-aoPImovCKzLoKPsGFD1dHV989nlxFizPt3uNi_LHUeVT2uuqgUpeI98gibjodS8FmDoGTihHNPwUBIufZlG3M3uNH3Ow4AqFMej22lLJRXK4DYiXQeHDjU0i2c9SHbkyePwaFCJjWrnnbm-nBermg27MPJMrwZU/w640-h512/2839.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#2839 "American Kestrel" 16x20 inches oils on stretched canvas. <br />Started at 10 am Tuesday January 30th, 2024 in the Singleton Studio</td></tr></tbody></table><br />My friend, John Verburg, a naturalist and terrific photographer took this image of an American kestrel - the smallest of falcons. John encourages me to paint from his art. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIOJK9Tb4hd8wo7ftcOWB2rq9_RtW0dGaYRo9owOuFtby5ubgNzDYI9CoSuGJ0OVKJOBkJxybZ1iVt0e3WXL_tj98CEtsp8rawIZ-_Nglv-SePbkNXoW6E_q51GyGZC4hfHcN5hg1OG2m7ciadQaSjBGVzKDCNVQ-zeXkDOr4Gu52CB9k2dsZfimZc3o8/s1500/2839InProgress3.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1202" data-original-width="1500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIOJK9Tb4hd8wo7ftcOWB2rq9_RtW0dGaYRo9owOuFtby5ubgNzDYI9CoSuGJ0OVKJOBkJxybZ1iVt0e3WXL_tj98CEtsp8rawIZ-_Nglv-SePbkNXoW6E_q51GyGZC4hfHcN5hg1OG2m7ciadQaSjBGVzKDCNVQ-zeXkDOr4Gu52CB9k2dsZfimZc3o8/w400-h320/2839InProgress3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I display the photo on an old TV and go right to the brush. I still needed to give #2833 "The Sun of Whiskey Jack Bay" a break. The paint is very thick on that 3 by 4 footer canvas and that requires time to cure - "<i>thick on thin</i>" is the oil painter's adage... All things take time. <p></p><p>The slender American Kestrel is roughly the size and shape of a Mourning Dove. The kestrel does have a larger head; longer, narrow wings; and a long, square-tipped tail. In flight, the wings are often bent and the wingtips swept back like a fighter jet. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidvzZBz0BDe2Q5z1C80mXvU_BvQPpxrn-t9ngAvWuUIhLMoJJF7Ovb461ZzoxTtoUPh8Ey-xnLo4hvDa6xhQoLVYHHD13aye0up2WtAj7lqJOoYAZj5KwXCU5ekUU4Jqecmgh4YO5nCZnSQQl4BlVf1rEuBkDIBY4bYWyM6bgYidmsxqXFp560ilUO9y8/s769/American-Kestrel-Range.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="769" data-original-width="390" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidvzZBz0BDe2Q5z1C80mXvU_BvQPpxrn-t9ngAvWuUIhLMoJJF7Ovb461ZzoxTtoUPh8Ey-xnLo4hvDa6xhQoLVYHHD13aye0up2WtAj7lqJOoYAZj5KwXCU5ekUU4Jqecmgh4YO5nCZnSQQl4BlVf1rEuBkDIBY4bYWyM6bgYidmsxqXFp560ilUO9y8/s320/American-Kestrel-Range.jpg" width="162" /></a></div>The American kestrel (Falco sparverius), also called the sparrow hawk, is the smallest and most common falcon in North America. It also ranges to South America and is a well-established species that has evolved into 17 subspecies adapted to different environments and habitats throughout the Americas. It exhibits sexual dimorphism in size (females being moderately larger) and plumage, although both sexes have a rufous back with noticeable barring. Its plumage is colorful and attractive, and juveniles are similar in plumage to adults. The American kestrel usually hunts in energy-conserving fashion by perching and scanning the ground for prey to ambush, though it also hunts from the air. It sometimes hovers in the air with rapid wing beats while homing in on prey. Its diet typically consists of grasshoppers and other insects, lizards, mice, and small birds. This broad diet has contributed to its wide success as a species. It nests in cavities in trees, cliffs, buildings, and other structures. The female lays three to seven eggs, which both sexes help to incubate. <p></p><p>Physically, American kestrels are leaner and less muscular than larger falcons. The pectoral flight muscles of the American kestrel make up only about 12% of its body weight, as compared to about 20% for the strongest flying falcons such as the peregrine. The wings are moderately long, fairly narrow, and taper to a point. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHe67C7swbzLtbIeGeNWmlcoEO2Wn2nrX_kDnAdTRRGmW7JorynTuIxLUf_u3_AFiShnW1MkTYOLek_tRqriL0auArHgSoW2qRCmD_rX-7tuo82UAlyd5Di5ioD4mfXnxc4Y-OHWgZUcSfeVVVTPuJaVRqD1JzTz2zSNz-QXRk0YflsJGU2psFSs5tsU/s1500/2839InProgress13.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1125" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHe67C7swbzLtbIeGeNWmlcoEO2Wn2nrX_kDnAdTRRGmW7JorynTuIxLUf_u3_AFiShnW1MkTYOLek_tRqriL0auArHgSoW2qRCmD_rX-7tuo82UAlyd5Di5ioD4mfXnxc4Y-OHWgZUcSfeVVVTPuJaVRqD1JzTz2zSNz-QXRk0YflsJGU2psFSs5tsU/w300-h400/2839InProgress13.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>I was still listening to the Best of the Statler Brothers CDs. My Brother Jim has been acquiring hundreds of CDs while the rest of the world was shifting to streaming Spotify. We also enjoy Spotify now that StarLink provides faster internet to very rural areas. However, the old CDs are classic. There are several lifetimes of music left to listen to again. <p></p><p>The world needs more art whether it be music, dance or paintings. Creativity needs to return to the education system. It is impossible to feel bad or to harm anything with a paintbrush in your hand. Just my thoughts of course... but I was still thinking them as I painted the birds I see every day in the Singleton Sanctuary. </p><p>For this and much more art, click on <a href="https://pixels.com/featured/american-kestrel-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels </a>or go straight to the <a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries" target="_blank">Collections</a>. Here is the new <a href="https://1-phil-chadwick.pixels.com/art" target="_blank">Wet Paint 2024</a> Collection. </p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-42238643262770823032024-01-31T03:20:00.000-08:002024-01-31T03:20:16.749-08:00#2837 "January Barred Owl"<p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfXIsS09vRsqeqBIoxUtYuAixXw2Lo-GWtslxjzlxhcVJmSRm7g0MLMhZV-eQT9iIiLLDn2jKyza99sImw6lAb-2pF3AaLRnp_-3sc-yEYTdLIHxPYr_ksPawPMJ8g6dFhkEK2VeyWd-J-YTaPovfR_RtqDYLWt0_D5NwfQRdxVNSunWp3LH51I_RbHns/s800/2837.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="632" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfXIsS09vRsqeqBIoxUtYuAixXw2Lo-GWtslxjzlxhcVJmSRm7g0MLMhZV-eQT9iIiLLDn2jKyza99sImw6lAb-2pF3AaLRnp_-3sc-yEYTdLIHxPYr_ksPawPMJ8g6dFhkEK2VeyWd-J-YTaPovfR_RtqDYLWt0_D5NwfQRdxVNSunWp3LH51I_RbHns/w316-h400/2837.jpg" width="316" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#2837 "January Barred Owl"<br />20x16 inches oils on gallery-wrapped canvas<br />Started January 10th, 2024 </td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>I love barred owls. We hear and enjoy them all year within the Singleton Sanctuary. Slightly smaller than a Great Horned Owl, a Barred Owl has a well-developed facial disk with very dark eyes. Barred Owls are common in the United States and central and northern Ontario, however, they are extremely rare in parts of southwestern Ontario. Barred Owls roost quietly in forest trees during the day, though they can occasionally be heard calling in daylight hours. At night they hunt small animals, especially rodents, and give an instantly recognizable "<i>Who, Who cooks for you?</i>" call. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpxPoUKaPu_tXGehuG1e8wcliLoqinXzxG1ClKgN1exlj7UdW4aMoZqyuovxL-7hnsCs2LS0z_MYha8KKMzohRafld7P4iXyxHhUDFX66gsNt4YbAnrxPLsf2QB_eQfcRx10WkygvZp0UnE8nA2R4cTg7XEON1O6c-kI5_0XVFXEn4YlcbdPRLm9beR5c/s1937/2837InProgress2.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1757" data-original-width="1937" height="363" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpxPoUKaPu_tXGehuG1e8wcliLoqinXzxG1ClKgN1exlj7UdW4aMoZqyuovxL-7hnsCs2LS0z_MYha8KKMzohRafld7P4iXyxHhUDFX66gsNt4YbAnrxPLsf2QB_eQfcRx10WkygvZp0UnE8nA2R4cTg7XEON1O6c-kI5_0XVFXEn4YlcbdPRLm9beR5c/w400-h363/2837InProgress2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>My friend John Verburg, a naturalist and terrific photographer took this image of the owl and allows me to paint from his art. I display the photo on an old TV and go right to the brush. #2833 "<i>The Sun of Whiskey Jack Bay</i>" is the 3 by 4 foot canvas on my studio easel behind "<i>January Barred Owl</i>". The barred owl is 20x16 inches in size and just the subject I needed while "<i>The Sun of Whiskey Jack Bay</i>" rested on the Studio easel. The large painting needed to cure before I worked on it again. I intended to paint the owl as a warm and curious subject against a cool tangle of branches and an overcast sky. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwtWF4AX6M4c4u-RAEoCBfQ2u92-YsmsVCriQs-coVg4xnUd8yY8paNhuYfbVGZau1EeEd0S2o9zoaW4Li3WTJ2JIhGvBY4q6VCJC4dAtJ2xlEuc3YiXWFLY0lcWKLEp7B5Cza7OywpxeCq5KjzQ9IsGrhwkqPfXxT8LFVD4afG3lYtYLcJe7Mrq3Qm_o/s2545/2837InProgress10.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1758" data-original-width="2545" height="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwtWF4AX6M4c4u-RAEoCBfQ2u92-YsmsVCriQs-coVg4xnUd8yY8paNhuYfbVGZau1EeEd0S2o9zoaW4Li3WTJ2JIhGvBY4q6VCJC4dAtJ2xlEuc3YiXWFLY0lcWKLEp7B5Cza7OywpxeCq5KjzQ9IsGrhwkqPfXxT8LFVD4afG3lYtYLcJe7Mrq3Qm_o/w640-h442/2837InProgress10.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The eyes are the soul of this majestic bird. Get those right and nothing else matters much. Those eyes needed to be quizzical and not threatening. Painting is work and I was exhausted after a morning of the intense concentration required to get this painting right. It is easy to get lost in the nuances of the feathers. There were heart-shaped shadows to find in the underside of the owl tail feathers along with countless variations in tone and colour. The goal was to make the owl come alive without killing it with several thousand, unnecessary brush strokes. I wanted the owl to be able to swoop silently off the canvas but before that could happen, the viewer and the owl needed to lock eyes. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoJ-e_MOrNDOl3hYM3jC_5qGtxqpS__PJHHGVBGm6VDchFECZeIQ4D084R538biBHzq6Gh-q4g496xZR4qH7HgXUj3KZVR66meeEA28RqgHAZdFLejXoUCBkak1fouMiFfVno_t2cKZBilVpX8ln1avwKfQtG6hsZFRoYA5kLK6i_iRpkUspn2v0TYcXI/s800/0554.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="532" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoJ-e_MOrNDOl3hYM3jC_5qGtxqpS__PJHHGVBGm6VDchFECZeIQ4D084R538biBHzq6Gh-q4g496xZR4qH7HgXUj3KZVR66meeEA28RqgHAZdFLejXoUCBkak1fouMiFfVno_t2cKZBilVpX8ln1avwKfQtG6hsZFRoYA5kLK6i_iRpkUspn2v0TYcXI/w266-h400/0554.JPG" width="266" /></a></div>I wanted the same kind of communication that happens when someone views <a href="https://pixels.com/featured/1-sharp-stare-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">#<i>0554 "Sharp Stare!</i>"</a>. The owl eyes are much larger than those of the sharp-shinned hawk so one would think that eye-lock would be easier to achieve. The owl's eyes were very dark and the details to make them "<i>see</i>" were subtle. Communication needs to be a two-way street and it took considerable thought and some precise strokes to make that happen. Then it was time to stop... step away from the easel. If you look there is so much to see and one can always find more. I had to stop looking... <p></p><p>These incredible birds deserve our respect and stewardship. </p><p>I was listening to the Best of the Statler Brothers CDs. My Brother Jim has been acquiring hundreds of CDs while the rest of the world was shifting to streaming Spotify. We too have Spotify now that StarLink provides faster internet to very rural areas. However, the old CDs are classic. There are several lifetimes of music left to listen to again. </p><p>The world needs more classic art whether it be music, dance or paintings. Creativity needs to return to the education system. It is impossible to feel bad or to harm anything with a paintbrush in your hand. Just my thoughts of course...</p><p>For this and much more art, click on <a href="https://pixels.com/featured/january-barred-owl-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels </a>or go straight to the <a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries" target="_blank">Collections</a>. Here is the new <a href="https://1-phil-chadwick.pixels.com/art" target="_blank">Wet Paint 2024</a> Collection. </p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p><p><br /></p>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-22865800686496033912024-01-25T06:20:00.000-08:002024-01-25T06:20:33.639-08:00#2838 "30 Long Reach Lane"<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeD7W9TndtUaRvhnrT3FqJ81LTvChxVIBPpce2jDDJzQQ_9DILoi5w76HidTbu_zxIOvFyEdo4CteSXAuLKocMhtDvL_Vcaon-9GfsGhq0cXYP_LIvJgLSduNtoIic3noWAUVnGOsWU7k7b2-PO1IevR8IFE7rxrt4dhoD9lCMNRYnM9QCP0j6zHfhz_A/s1000/2838.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeD7W9TndtUaRvhnrT3FqJ81LTvChxVIBPpce2jDDJzQQ_9DILoi5w76HidTbu_zxIOvFyEdo4CteSXAuLKocMhtDvL_Vcaon-9GfsGhq0cXYP_LIvJgLSduNtoIic3noWAUVnGOsWU7k7b2-PO1IevR8IFE7rxrt4dhoD9lCMNRYnM9QCP0j6zHfhz_A/w400-h320/2838.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#2838 "30 Long Reach Lane"<br />8x10 oils on canvas panel<br />9:30 am Monday, January 22nd, 2024.</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Even though it was a Monday morning, I felt inclined to paint outside. I wanted to paint the stratocumulus skidding across the sky but the wind picked up as expected - but before I wanted it to develop. In addition, a dozen or more trumpeter swans were enjoying the open water of Jim Day Rapids. I did not wish to disturb them. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGO68niYeW5cWmZYBRYCvGKemm5DknKJsms_UWH63EcP-LNJxgMXmWp4nzFW9ZvNe0AOWJKVwZ89LMnAnuWaMy3i6zZqMZ5UA_IbSbLyxxOg5q8ZrKRhtGEw4jT-hfcxuz-rVfch29ikoxzCv20cbN-P0JW_BCCGbnXjfPXAkXjxKFTqGNRGdo4BmWjLE/s2560/2838InProgress5.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1920" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGO68niYeW5cWmZYBRYCvGKemm5DknKJsms_UWH63EcP-LNJxgMXmWp4nzFW9ZvNe0AOWJKVwZ89LMnAnuWaMy3i6zZqMZ5UA_IbSbLyxxOg5q8ZrKRhtGEw4jT-hfcxuz-rVfch29ikoxzCv20cbN-P0JW_BCCGbnXjfPXAkXjxKFTqGNRGdo4BmWjLE/w300-h400/2838InProgress5.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>Instead, I sought shelter from the wind in the forest. I headed to a protected spot on Long Reach Lane. Even there the wind chill was significant. The sound of the wind was pleasing as it whispered through the firs and hemlocks that towered above me. I had to paint rather quickly with a minimal palette of colours. And before my hands felt the cold. <p></p><p>The goal was to lay the oils in and leave them alone. The white of the cloudy sky was poking through the foliage of the forest. The snow was packed down by the truck traffic leading into a new home that our neighbour was building at 30 Long Reach Lane (<i>this explains the otherwise obscure title</i>). Tractors leave a distinct tread pattern in the ice. The colour of packed snow and ice is subtly different from that of the fluffier stuff in the forest. </p><p>A beech tree was still hanging on to the leaves from the summer of 2023. There was a sign attached to a tree leading to the building site. It was going to be a gorgeous place to enjoy nature. My friends, the barred owls kept me company. </p><p>For this and much more art, click on <a href="https://pixels.com/featured/30-long-reach-lane-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels </a>or go straight to the <a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries" target="_blank">Collections</a>. Here is the new <a href="https://1-phil-chadwick.pixels.com/art" target="_blank">Wet Paint 2024</a> Collection. </p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p><p><br /></p>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-31357803197562096382024-01-18T02:29:00.000-08:002024-01-18T02:29:55.578-08:00#2836 "Windy Stratocumulus Morning"<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpO83XBuw_07QhI0h5c8-ux8oMCAvXe1rdB-A0wuNF8k65qhD2mAp8kKfXPbJiUWtMhYoDZt62p5ebeQmEyAuFriWo17DBVPbhX00LrdOOeGrlUND_ZYC0tJyGTBb2LL2WXxAVSEGOhZP_BI5LXAwJ8znsU-Z41Jhyphenhyphenf2Z7FInCtOnhfa5F_4F6rzNFk1w/s999/2836.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="999" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpO83XBuw_07QhI0h5c8-ux8oMCAvXe1rdB-A0wuNF8k65qhD2mAp8kKfXPbJiUWtMhYoDZt62p5ebeQmEyAuFriWo17DBVPbhX00LrdOOeGrlUND_ZYC0tJyGTBb2LL2WXxAVSEGOhZP_BI5LXAwJ8znsU-Z41Jhyphenhyphenf2Z7FInCtOnhfa5F_4F6rzNFk1w/w400-h320/2836.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#2836 "Windy Stratocumulus Morning"<br />8x10 oils on canvas panel<br />Started 10:30 am Tuesday, January 10th, 2024.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguLPJjDG_iUe4Ahi3zdr2dkPMPQ7Z6FjkRxHn6pgCbZJDFLYLFjA3TxYw_-E109C0SSkeEmHEu-eSaL8zhkju0BAoXdRiPHCIjtPDnXzrPRQkRKdABLGT6XFWOJIm2JshRSGrpR-vKbynq8kQXxkMJ90D9UTT9LyQSCdyQh30LZQAr5utaly5-fv0PsFU/s1500/2836InProgress1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1125" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguLPJjDG_iUe4Ahi3zdr2dkPMPQ7Z6FjkRxHn6pgCbZJDFLYLFjA3TxYw_-E109C0SSkeEmHEu-eSaL8zhkju0BAoXdRiPHCIjtPDnXzrPRQkRKdABLGT6XFWOJIm2JshRSGrpR-vKbynq8kQXxkMJ90D9UTT9LyQSCdyQh30LZQAr5utaly5-fv0PsFU/w300-h400/2836InProgress1.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>I had some time to paint. A 3 by 4 foot canvas was on the Singleton Studio easel but it was far too wet to touch with the brush so I headed outside with my field easel. <p></p><p>It was a very windy morning and I had to bungy cord my field easel to a heavy turtle guard to prevent it from blowing over. The wind was gusting to about 25 knots. There was only a half-hour window of painting time before a rain squall would arrive. I used every minute of it. Weather is very much in control of the plein air experience. Being authentic and experiencing the elements someone finds their way into the brush strokes. There was no time to dwell on those rapid-fire decisions. Just paint. </p><p>According to the weather observation at Kingston Airport, the stratocumulus clouds were based between 2700 and 3 thousand feet above ground level. The convective tops of the stratocumulus were front-lit by the rising sun on my back. Gravity waves punctuated the low clouds on the western horizon. The strong and turbulent winds were shaking the top of the nocturnal planetary boundary layer like a blanket on a clothesline. Gravity waves of altocumulus revealed that the wind veered significantly with height and told of warm air advection with the approaching weather system. The altocumulus was apparently near 66 hundred feet above ground level. It should be snowing in early January but a rain storm was on the way (<i>as foretold and mentioned in afternoon in #2835 "Monday Afternoon January Shadows at Long Reach"</i>.)</p><p>The observations from Kingston Airport are included below for those who might be interested. I much preferred the SA code when I was operational in the Atmospheric Environment Service. The hourly code, or SA, had been used in North America for over 50 years. The SA code was readable. The METAR was used for aviation weather in the rest of the world. Canada made a commitment to produce and distribute METAR reports internationally for 31 sites commencing July 31, 1993. Further to this, Canada, the United States, and Mexico have agreed to replace the SA with METAR for aviation within North America beginning in 1996. </p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p>METAR CYGK 101600Z 23020G27KT 15SM -SHRA FEW015 BKN030 BKN066 05/00 A2904 RMK CF1SC5AC2 CF TR CVCTV CLD EMBD SLP838=</p><p>METAR CYGK 101500Z 23019G31KT 15SM SCT025 BKN060 05/01 A2903 RMK SC3SC4 SLP835= </p><p>METAR CYGK 101400Z 22015G21KT 15SM BKN027 BKN052 05/02 A2901 RMK SC5SC1 SLP829= </p></blockquote><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJWETu2bYU6BqQX13WR9ihrty0asYxQuZAsKQyHShF3PX56b-06XglkVBwhRVYzsiwkRFGeVrJUSdDcAbFiV5TplI0Vjl0711BqWYKxgT0tSSzpTgSv5mv5FCt62mXakbNRILbbJf3WLRWyVoxoEGGs3xO8NNLEnyeHqfQa4GFvbk8-QRA3o-a7xwbOs/s1500/2836InProgress5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1361" data-original-width="1500" height="363" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJWETu2bYU6BqQX13WR9ihrty0asYxQuZAsKQyHShF3PX56b-06XglkVBwhRVYzsiwkRFGeVrJUSdDcAbFiV5TplI0Vjl0711BqWYKxgT0tSSzpTgSv5mv5FCt62mXakbNRILbbJf3WLRWyVoxoEGGs3xO8NNLEnyeHqfQa4GFvbk8-QRA3o-a7xwbOs/w400-h363/2836InProgress5.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>The sky had clouded in before I was finished. The cloud was soon followed by the cold rain that I had anticipated. The line of showers on radar arrived at Singleton near 11:30 am. I was done. That is how fast the weather can change. <p></p><p>The rest of the day was overcast with showers. I resisted to urge to over-work the oils and to touch the canvas panel again. Any further brushwork does not make the art better and often, quite the opposite. </p><p>Back in the Singleton Studio with the rain pelting the windows, I only scratched my signature and dotted the "eye" with a red dot. I had been signing my name on my artwork in the wet paint in this manner for many years. A toothpick or a finishing nail are my preferred tools and one can only sign in the wet paint for a short time before the oils set up. </p><p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDKYBQc6SOdQQmTyfidalTzFAds0I80euptXOgDV1eZ5ERTcsGFQ-9ILOk1MwqLKSm0skZuL9efTXcxxhfKyj7msOXaHL7H-rFVhgu_sBOWoZw4DYt0WNuGHUcgw5fbRwcExIR2QayrxTayJKTEuj88VwlsopNBbR8CvKW3vW6yt6Gz3gHwFOYPyAZaJY/s203/2836meteorology7tn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="203" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDKYBQc6SOdQQmTyfidalTzFAds0I80euptXOgDV1eZ5ERTcsGFQ-9ILOk1MwqLKSm0skZuL9efTXcxxhfKyj7msOXaHL7H-rFVhgu_sBOWoZw4DYt0WNuGHUcgw5fbRwcExIR2QayrxTayJKTEuj88VwlsopNBbR8CvKW3vW6yt6Gz3gHwFOYPyAZaJY/s1600/2836meteorology7tn.jpg" width="203" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Rain on the way... </td></tr></tbody></table>A pair of otters were feeding from the ice edge in front and were not alarmed by my presence. The bald eagles often swoop in and try to snatch bits of fish from the otters but typically must be satisfied with the scraps left on the ice edge. The otters can be messy eaters and that suits the eagle just fine. The smaller birds even continued to feed under the red cedar tree just behind me. We scatter seeds under that nature-friendly tree every morning. Whenever a hawk should appear, the dozens of birds feeding on the ground quickly vanish into the thick branches of the cedar. </p><p>My Brother Jim gave me minus 40 degree Celsius Socks for Christmas. He had given me equally warm rubber boots previously. As a result, my feet did not feel the cold standing in the snow. I should be a happy, plein air painter for many winters to come. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaeafKWET5_NDa5pvgp6ZrGogJ3TT15lczBbIID79tHa7enRwnYonc_Iumq1TYVYsxVDwfmyS18o8OSJeR6ULujJG120xIytOaaAjj8MhZXFIMf8u3eH0KHEd1NvYOaOt46eiBkcHbyKhk5vuKlsWQ_CZXfQ9LqkUnw8NMQ58MTm2a44YyQCTb03VXGE/s2418/2836InProgress9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1891" data-original-width="2418" height="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaeafKWET5_NDa5pvgp6ZrGogJ3TT15lczBbIID79tHa7enRwnYonc_Iumq1TYVYsxVDwfmyS18o8OSJeR6ULujJG120xIytOaaAjj8MhZXFIMf8u3eH0KHEd1NvYOaOt46eiBkcHbyKhk5vuKlsWQ_CZXfQ9LqkUnw8NMQ58MTm2a44YyQCTb03VXGE/w640-h500/2836InProgress9.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Water on the Panel.. the rain had arrived. Time to go inside the Studio. </td></tr></tbody></table><p>For this and much more art, click on <a href="https://pixels.com/featured/windy-stratocumulus-morning-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels </a>or go straight to the <a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries" target="_blank">Collections</a> including <a href="https://1-phil-chadwick.pixels.com/art" target="_blank">Wet Paint 2024.</a> </p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-10433602031128027922024-01-15T03:51:00.000-08:002024-01-15T03:51:44.588-08:00#2835 "Monday Afternoon January Shadows at Long Reach"<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHuM1SaggTLj38canhXJ3oztkwlCZDWFkrPAMTnbJ_ZC1XdiVVq1_xqCiofiZvDyL9oHOuMZPmGDxGBJKqCpwW9-4TKS8m-qEMd5XlYkihB2SxUGyNOJGKfz_h-2nRag0KZChoiEoVsIlqUhPnyWJ_uToHekd2rG7KYpVrhyphenhyphenK6JoVHVz77mzvUgsSz4GI/s1004/2835.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1004" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHuM1SaggTLj38canhXJ3oztkwlCZDWFkrPAMTnbJ_ZC1XdiVVq1_xqCiofiZvDyL9oHOuMZPmGDxGBJKqCpwW9-4TKS8m-qEMd5XlYkihB2SxUGyNOJGKfz_h-2nRag0KZChoiEoVsIlqUhPnyWJ_uToHekd2rG7KYpVrhyphenhyphenK6JoVHVz77mzvUgsSz4GI/w400-h319/2835.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#2835 "Monday Afternoon January Shadows at Long Reach"<br />8x10 inches oils on canvas panel<br />2:00 pm Monday, January 8th, 2024.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br />We were strolling in the afternoon sun on Long Reach Lane. It was a beautiful day with fresh snow. There were only some squirrel and deer tracks in the snow. I did not even bother to clear our portion of Long Reach Lane as rain was forecast to wash the snow away just a couple of days later.<p></p><p>My wife remarked how she loved the snow shadows stretching through the forest - also that I had not painted snow for a while. Too many clouds and too much weather I guess. I decided to change that. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuLpjYBCwatFJi9vticihOyXMkcojSQD_aTtD8RvBnlxcMdROfFJoyv5sylYrWxiNMrVMuJ1KJp5BzkeSuKI8UB8lGpgj7T7esGsjYiEUbWG4eC7ga4XB0ZnTAtbic-Hl9PjcyBK59mBp79T-QQE95R-BRUoUv9Km3KGgPIx43nWFmPdDMSNf5Tgme3Z4/s1500/2835InProgress4.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1125" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuLpjYBCwatFJi9vticihOyXMkcojSQD_aTtD8RvBnlxcMdROfFJoyv5sylYrWxiNMrVMuJ1KJp5BzkeSuKI8UB8lGpgj7T7esGsjYiEUbWG4eC7ga4XB0ZnTAtbic-Hl9PjcyBK59mBp79T-QQE95R-BRUoUv9Km3KGgPIx43nWFmPdDMSNf5Tgme3Z4/w300-h400/2835InProgress4.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>I headed back to that spot immediately after the walk. There was not much time to paint as another snowsquall was on the northern horizon. The meteorology of snowsqualls is very interesting. Severe convection might only reach up to 12 thousand feet high but the impacts can be disastrous if the squalls lock in on specific terrain. There is not much chance of that happening at Singleton as the snowsquall bands are typically very transient. <p></p><p>The sun lasted just long enough for me to lay in the composition and match some colours. There were some stubborn maple leaves clinging to some branches but I had the perfect colours on my palette back in the Studio. I finished the painting under overcast skies. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfV_0d6v6qhKuXN9H7tCnu5pzun24Lt5LLK7IO_hVNRyMIcsj9D5INRfQdisvjFoJfuiphVobYn7KZsvZBxoNNdPBfx2l0ayF6ipyIBf537ozuTHTgprjkLNV59H8dqfp9A2NN_zDqucTYl5A15RsAOb0ml8P6csI7LO4pCYFLMtYoA45wEPjuDwRZZE/s1500/2835InProgress5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1500" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfV_0d6v6qhKuXN9H7tCnu5pzun24Lt5LLK7IO_hVNRyMIcsj9D5INRfQdisvjFoJfuiphVobYn7KZsvZBxoNNdPBfx2l0ayF6ipyIBf537ozuTHTgprjkLNV59H8dqfp9A2NN_zDqucTYl5A15RsAOb0ml8P6csI7LO4pCYFLMtYoA45wEPjuDwRZZE/w640-h480/2835InProgress5.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>For this and much more art, click on <a href="https://pixels.com/featured/monday-afternoon-january-shadows-at-long-reach-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels </a>or go straight to the <a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries" target="_blank">Collections</a> including <a href="https://1-phil-chadwick.pixels.com/collections/chadwick+wet+paint" target="_blank">Wet Paint</a>. </p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p><p><br /></p>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-21067313747345464742024-01-13T06:45:00.000-08:002024-01-13T06:45:12.554-08:00#2834 "January Thin Ice at Jim Day Rapids"<p><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1GNAoB0lLplq2PsG4qjZRnWc2ow5yUeEJuXa2fbAflQqiBgFpAeyqHDzkxkqjcq7zb6cZuS9jhuvBN1Y5vjkMINkvGxrrswy1vl8p-fdvyqF6GJ0BB5ezsHbM43Hkm6zmQdqZiaqMjsVPK7Xg1l9ZQpb8l8VD5nhPGyq1BMlWeHg_VZBe4H3wmdR2_IQ/s1008/2834.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1008" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1GNAoB0lLplq2PsG4qjZRnWc2ow5yUeEJuXa2fbAflQqiBgFpAeyqHDzkxkqjcq7zb6cZuS9jhuvBN1Y5vjkMINkvGxrrswy1vl8p-fdvyqF6GJ0BB5ezsHbM43Hkm6zmQdqZiaqMjsVPK7Xg1l9ZQpb8l8VD5nhPGyq1BMlWeHg_VZBe4H3wmdR2_IQ/w400-h318/2834.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#2834 "January Thin Ice at Jim Day Rapids"<br />8x10 inches oils on canvas <br />10 am Friday, January 5th, 2024</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Singleton Lake had been essentially ice-free until the night of Thursday, January 4th, 2024. The weather and thus the climate, (<i>which is the integral of weather</i>) had been very unusual over the Christmas Festive Season. There had been no snow on the ground except for one system in early December. </p><p>Some snow fell overnight after the ice had formed clearly revealing the extent of the ice. The strong current through Jim Day Rapids was made obvious by the stretches of open water. It is never safe to trust the ice around the rapids. That ice and most of the snow that fell would all be gone by Saturday morning. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHmymq-N4bDOcmq1VHoHHx0tqE1EzXJMVQfpnHDwOrP0cDB9IA7C6aVPeBGDOf_vRGGgxk5gJ5seB1Evz4wkKoH2dOU5W75sXxUdL9TaLUNuZVtex2JmPjqIYWH8kaBwYqwZ47X0ZOW6C5slNEeMeFbHiamxI-ys6necx69lwEZS57hbCVFdkU0IpzmLo/s1500/2834InProgress1.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1500" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHmymq-N4bDOcmq1VHoHHx0tqE1EzXJMVQfpnHDwOrP0cDB9IA7C6aVPeBGDOf_vRGGgxk5gJ5seB1Evz4wkKoH2dOU5W75sXxUdL9TaLUNuZVtex2JmPjqIYWH8kaBwYqwZ47X0ZOW6C5slNEeMeFbHiamxI-ys6necx69lwEZS57hbCVFdkU0IpzmLo/w400-h300/2834InProgress1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p>A bald eagle and a flock of common mergansers kept me company while I painted in the snow. The squirrels were nervous but still scurried around me. It was a pleasant morning in the shelter of the small forest> the trees were the windbreak that protected me from the windchill. I was wearing a pair of warm boots and my feet stayed toasty warm. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBiBrCp4EswHO51NqABorCjL7dO8etbXMEuEK0Lly1CZNSs7SVLIPTk0VBCziZnyA_urSheeWO44auky4nw7ikgCIFOZhympISMV5wsFEVJPxz9yctGm_wv9eQS4gT27u2b2I3MGmd-nJ0Ibt8UGNTNvh9qMGUNd_gOIlzpqel4835g9PCH8MCGpCP9ls/s1500/2834InProgress5.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1500" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBiBrCp4EswHO51NqABorCjL7dO8etbXMEuEK0Lly1CZNSs7SVLIPTk0VBCziZnyA_urSheeWO44auky4nw7ikgCIFOZhympISMV5wsFEVJPxz9yctGm_wv9eQS4gT27u2b2I3MGmd-nJ0Ibt8UGNTNvh9qMGUNd_gOIlzpqel4835g9PCH8MCGpCP9ls/s320/2834InProgress5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>My oil paints were freezing on the palette. The oils were also mixing with the snow which resulted in some interesting oatmeal effects in the paint. This has happened many times before. I keep looking for that masterwork... <p></p><p>For this and much more art, click on <a href="https://pixels.com/featured/january-thin-ice-at-jim-day-rapids-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels </a>or go straight to the <a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries" target="_blank">Collections</a>.</p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-89876303005716018852024-01-04T06:17:00.000-08:002024-01-04T06:17:24.245-08:00#2832 "December Morning at the Heritage Sugar Maple"<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWH4Fs7C23iXRYV33aLGuYRrFfqrA_fcT6_FDc1LsqA3DeJIdF9mcqMj_7JWbendG7ircW6JHqzG9E6XegPb34BRpaOrdLfJVb2kpfx80Vsgyfrr600TcDjInKk6a0D76W0iKGaz6cp_GPqTsRaOvvIykg3mcNRtjg9pSyjh-yWHd4qRMOlxL9_LCbEbU/s800/2832.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="641" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWH4Fs7C23iXRYV33aLGuYRrFfqrA_fcT6_FDc1LsqA3DeJIdF9mcqMj_7JWbendG7ircW6JHqzG9E6XegPb34BRpaOrdLfJVb2kpfx80Vsgyfrr600TcDjInKk6a0D76W0iKGaz6cp_GPqTsRaOvvIykg3mcNRtjg9pSyjh-yWHd4qRMOlxL9_LCbEbU/w320-h400/2832.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#2832 "December Morning at the Heritage Sugar Maple"<br />10x8 oils on canvas panel.<br />9:30 am Friday December 15th, 2023</td></tr></tbody></table><br />It was a snow-free and mild morning in mid-December and I decided to head out to paint in the forest. </p><p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlclIU4m0LKKhu-JMjYzt5NKT-T2HQQ4B-T0FWZ10DLdXZCzsa9S_CfD4lf7rJWDt1mgOS5-EmOXjRyF21igXXpFIJvM3svts60eb8rqiU7AHCVdJ2d5TgnN0I330neAZ5YQKatKMjTBBU8qibXp3qBwq3Q7Ht42Y176E7tbxdtq9nrrvBU8bocuNnmH8/s1500/2832InProgress4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1125" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlclIU4m0LKKhu-JMjYzt5NKT-T2HQQ4B-T0FWZ10DLdXZCzsa9S_CfD4lf7rJWDt1mgOS5-EmOXjRyF21igXXpFIJvM3svts60eb8rqiU7AHCVdJ2d5TgnN0I330neAZ5YQKatKMjTBBU8qibXp3qBwq3Q7Ht42Y176E7tbxdtq9nrrvBU8bocuNnmH8/w300-h400/2832InProgress4.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> The 2024 wild-fire to Canadian forests is unlike <br />anything that I studied early in my career. </td></tr></tbody></table>This maple was in its last decade or so. The woodpeckers were opening up some holes in search of the bugs that were certainly invading the tree. One very large tree limb was on the ground where it possibly fell due to the 1998 Ice Storm and as I had painted previously. This Singleton Sugar Maple was likely at least a good-sized tree for the War of 1812. Size is not always related to age though. Cedars on the Niagara Escarpment are 2000 years old (<i>measured to be 1890 years old in 2014</i>) and have circumferences that measure just a few inches. Life like art, is not a competition and I am just happy that both old trees are still alive. </p><p>This maple has a circumference of 135 inches (11.25 feet) at 36 inches above the ground. Simple math gives the diameter of this tree of about 43 inches. The Comfort Sugar Maple tree has a 20-foot circumference at the base which is larger than the 11.25 feet circumference of the Singleton Maple. The Comfort Sugar Maple near North Pelham, Niagara Region, was a sprout when Columbus navigated to the New World in 1492. </p><p>I like to relax near this tree and watch nature go by - which explains the chair which I included in this observation. </p><p>If you are wondering why there is no snow, consider that this is the "Century of Fire" (<i>read John Vaillant's "Fire Weather" published in 2023</i>). Weather is integrated over the years to define the climate and both are changing faster than forecast. The dire climate change threshold of "<i>onepointfive- Celsius</i>" will likely be surpassed in 2024. The Petrocene should have been stopped five centuries ago when catastrophic warnings of the man-made future were widely known. But there was still money to be made... </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWZa0wxDJFQdJDNtg1hNoj33d9rWD68PY8f5vtDtDorztY55XFFM5EyeUAPRtXWdk8_TEgwunKmOcG6eKP4dILW-0xx1aHvOuAKEUHBaUoHblssJGjTpVkE80_X6yc7hUQ3oEznvDaL77LfyEInBty89C8DjxbsgGZksWpGPxGkEZKr9YoXh-WINu06hs/s1510/Bright-Green-Lies-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="921" data-original-width="1510" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWZa0wxDJFQdJDNtg1hNoj33d9rWD68PY8f5vtDtDorztY55XFFM5EyeUAPRtXWdk8_TEgwunKmOcG6eKP4dILW-0xx1aHvOuAKEUHBaUoHblssJGjTpVkE80_X6yc7hUQ3oEznvDaL77LfyEInBty89C8DjxbsgGZksWpGPxGkEZKr9YoXh-WINu06hs/s320/Bright-Green-Lies-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This Industrial Society is not sustainable...</td></tr></tbody></table><p>My 36 years with Environment Canada were for not. Consider that the 2023 Climate Change Performance Index ranks Canada as sixth from the bottom, next to Russia. Happy New Year... </p><p>For this and much more art, click on <a href="https://pixels.com/featured/december-morning-at-the-heritage-sugar-maple-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels </a>or go straight to the <a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries" target="_blank">Collections</a>.</p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-31028450345151448662023-12-30T06:01:00.000-08:002023-12-30T06:01:45.597-08:00#2831 "Wet Maples in December"<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZhEDmaF8ZKPRyxqm_ULGKvBv0pHBamRJGnOIokYR75aONRYDuToNqpEIwdo7CoQKSEH3l-w0cpFYtpIgenlLqTQpfXb8uyxlvhAJ4fPhFB7_aVcUN7VKXYzMRGaYLIh8vJLV7GqOjpM3IX9Le8mM2q41BigKyimTgKPH7o6XeyBg1Wt46A3BkzRuTP7w/s800/2831.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="638" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZhEDmaF8ZKPRyxqm_ULGKvBv0pHBamRJGnOIokYR75aONRYDuToNqpEIwdo7CoQKSEH3l-w0cpFYtpIgenlLqTQpfXb8uyxlvhAJ4fPhFB7_aVcUN7VKXYzMRGaYLIh8vJLV7GqOjpM3IX9Le8mM2q41BigKyimTgKPH7o6XeyBg1Wt46A3BkzRuTP7w/w319-h400/2831.jpg" width="319" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#2831 "Wet Maples in December"<br />10x8 inches oils on canvas panel</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Not surprisingly, the December rain was cold and wet. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsU6wu81LYc8NW1HXoJaxTd8aTylnB_RFoYdWMnDPNwFmzYGSkFLPU6l_nWthalf6NbUvdkEGONgCMNp4f3sciRTayIYV_vdVuYb2H9mpBKJW7yqKPwGDzvxXGZV4Wki8zI6bq7LAxMl6_yEcNnFvf7mI6zw06pTRXGzv9ltZQVpgKLzqu0EejZrEOH3o/s2560/2831InProgress6.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2560" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsU6wu81LYc8NW1HXoJaxTd8aTylnB_RFoYdWMnDPNwFmzYGSkFLPU6l_nWthalf6NbUvdkEGONgCMNp4f3sciRTayIYV_vdVuYb2H9mpBKJW7yqKPwGDzvxXGZV4Wki8zI6bq7LAxMl6_yEcNnFvf7mI6zw06pTRXGzv9ltZQVpgKLzqu0EejZrEOH3o/s320/2831InProgress6.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The only option was to paint gazing out of the Singleton Studio window. The marble ridge just to the southeast was blanketed by Carolinian deciduous forest and that provided the out-of-focus backdrop to the sugar maple I had planted a decade before. The maple was still clinging to the last of autumn. Water dripped off the leaves and branches. I was warm and dry with both the wood stove and the 1977 vintage Radio Shack Realistic Stereo on. Some things are built to last. <p></p><p> For this and much more art, click on <a href="https://pixels.com/featured/wet-maples-in-december-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels </a>or go straight to the <a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries" target="_blank">Collections</a>.</p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-79892696193092195832023-12-28T04:49:00.000-08:002023-12-28T04:49:31.028-08:00#2830 "Wet Carolinian Forest in December"<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcopfc17hGEIajPiYnmXH9vFdNcAbRzdmNBQWg3DtayBuuBXm2Lt5apDI57Fxp61nmUGgmoliZGs1ZRt_L38N8SAErtwptFkFC01ZbwfEUY4ye8i8SPTjKlAsUa9gcZGQ7hrtlW948dtgF96hisOTzzGDOZupOiOsn3DbvPC_-IIlrBzBVvaelOShmyx0/s1126/2830.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1126" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcopfc17hGEIajPiYnmXH9vFdNcAbRzdmNBQWg3DtayBuuBXm2Lt5apDI57Fxp61nmUGgmoliZGs1ZRt_L38N8SAErtwptFkFC01ZbwfEUY4ye8i8SPTjKlAsUa9gcZGQ7hrtlW948dtgF96hisOTzzGDOZupOiOsn3DbvPC_-IIlrBzBVvaelOShmyx0/w400-h284/2830.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#2830 "Wet Carolinian Forest in December"<br />5x7 inches oils on canvas panel</td></tr></tbody></table><br />I feel that the northern edge of the Carolinian deciduous forest reaches north of Singleton but not by much. It is therauputic to just walk through the woods named after the Carolina states. Some call that "forest bathing" - a process of relaxation; known in Japan as shinrin yoku. There are even Forest Bathing Clubs - see https://www.forestbathing.club/. </p><p>Carolinian Canada is a unique ecosystem zone found in southern Ontario and especially effective for destressing the effects of the industrial society. The Carolinian zone in Canada is extremely rich in both plant and animal species - especially that found in the Frontennac Arch Biosphere. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX-n-s0bxZzXzzKGFBQr6iHRMfsG_CMEFP84-wtbooijIZD2UhUgPhmGg9EQZ4AwiOzD8Osxfk6DYuLlku3fjCWNJ8yw5MGiCmoxbt4Jp0bInK6M_TRuX4gOzgR0ZhzcKIQczUDU9RytQj4SzsiYM9ZMyoXznVfHW_i6D74IQDDoGFSnLb6ZNDjp-Cn9s/s680/Carolinian-Forest-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="471" data-original-width="680" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX-n-s0bxZzXzzKGFBQr6iHRMfsG_CMEFP84-wtbooijIZD2UhUgPhmGg9EQZ4AwiOzD8Osxfk6DYuLlku3fjCWNJ8yw5MGiCmoxbt4Jp0bInK6M_TRuX4gOzgR0ZhzcKIQczUDU9RytQj4SzsiYM9ZMyoXznVfHW_i6D74IQDDoGFSnLb6ZNDjp-Cn9s/w400-h278/Carolinian-Forest-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>The accompanying map shows the extent of the Carolinian Forest in Southern Ontario in 2007. Another investigation in 2016 stated that less than 15 percent of it remains in scattered stands across southern Ontario. Climate change will extend the possible range of the Carolinian zone northward and past Singleton but it is unclear if ongoing development will be allowed to continue to decimate the Carolinian Ecosystem. <p></p><p>An examination of the species within the Singleton Sanctuary finds most if not all of the species found in the typical <a href="https://caroliniancanada.ca/legacy/SpeciesHabitats_ForestsFlora.htm" target="_blank">Carolinian zone </a>- black walnut, shagbark hickory (along with various other hickory species), black maple, Chinkapin oak (along with various other oak species) and a host of others. Technically, Singleton Lake is not within the Carolinian zone according to the map but judging from the species present, the map needs to be revised. The Carolina forest hardwoods have cloaked the slope with a smattering of pines, cedars and hemlock mixed in. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipiHJobRMeR_JlhS7Ukz0oUKRrvlIzv9e80kJ_-_5NEXJ-t5zyNC1pTzinc11FAKIV6bNcoNg63BU2GRlkVAzEbrf6CnvGtIVXInWSjCfW6FiyrFzxXVxO2iUYKuwrXeyf5T-g_mSmoElQk9m84FKyPXFu-MCUeoSATxub_x72aWudmL_rP1G41XElrE8/s2214/2830InProgress6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2214" data-original-width="1513" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipiHJobRMeR_JlhS7Ukz0oUKRrvlIzv9e80kJ_-_5NEXJ-t5zyNC1pTzinc11FAKIV6bNcoNg63BU2GRlkVAzEbrf6CnvGtIVXInWSjCfW6FiyrFzxXVxO2iUYKuwrXeyf5T-g_mSmoElQk9m84FKyPXFu-MCUeoSATxub_x72aWudmL_rP1G41XElrE8/s320/2830InProgress6.jpg" width="219" /></a></div>If I had painted outside on Monday December 11th, I would have gotten very, very wet and cold. Forest bathing had to be achieved by simply looking out the Studio window. The colours were brilliant but somewhat subdued by the heavy rain. I don't classify these as plein air works as I was not out painting in the elements. Instead, I was inside with the wood stove crackling away and the tunes on in the background. I still play CDs and have a very eclectic collection. I am very old school but that is OK.<p></p><p>For this and much more art, click on <a href="https://pixels.com/featured/wet-carolinian-forest-in-december-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels </a>or go straight to the <a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries" target="_blank">Collections</a>.</p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p><p>PS: Merry Christmas!</p>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-89599513682923536612023-12-23T03:26:00.000-08:002023-12-23T05:52:45.767-08:00#2829 "February Singleton Storm Sunset"<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDqV2Jj0xrZbcCwe0f_nnMe6jrQWAd8mBiaJHm6H6MIbRxKJ_9mtohuOE9Wn0z4c6ZqwQK2dcwuWjybHlIhYuch3Wu1Y_jk6MfFcUH-Y-dXT1mXaaqkotI0teaqWuecgqwX9bBI2KE-1-wUxulJbMXM-N8jOGj17EsGHFwznhJ9k2BD4olIsPRqnR5aZo/s1011/2829.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1011" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDqV2Jj0xrZbcCwe0f_nnMe6jrQWAd8mBiaJHm6H6MIbRxKJ_9mtohuOE9Wn0z4c6ZqwQK2dcwuWjybHlIhYuch3Wu1Y_jk6MfFcUH-Y-dXT1mXaaqkotI0teaqWuecgqwX9bBI2KE-1-wUxulJbMXM-N8jOGj17EsGHFwznhJ9k2BD4olIsPRqnR5aZo/w400-h316/2829.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#2829 "February Singleton Storm Sunset"<br />oils on 8x10 canvas panel </td></tr></tbody></table><br />The sunset view looking west across the frozen expanse of Singleton Lake is always inspirational. <div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG4GApDmFVazAWygGXCslFeLZAEjnC0C0WPdhw0FQUHeCiq5LLftcFEFizbRf7Ozv2F3YWxHtYZ6dERKa0jRWld6pMJXLEkHdALqZoxk63frHh6Ovkgm9zdKgWg93UbpHjTPJ0hViZdkxxELk_kxhauEzkApYMIpdY_xADm-Nlv717hSWzKSQ7mbN0bUI/s1222/DZ-Gravity-Waves1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="729" data-original-width="1222" height="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG4GApDmFVazAWygGXCslFeLZAEjnC0C0WPdhw0FQUHeCiq5LLftcFEFizbRf7Ozv2F3YWxHtYZ6dERKa0jRWld6pMJXLEkHdALqZoxk63frHh6Ovkgm9zdKgWg93UbpHjTPJ0hViZdkxxELk_kxhauEzkApYMIpdY_xADm-Nlv717hSWzKSQ7mbN0bUI/s320/DZ-Gravity-Waves1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The smooth edges of these cloud bands are characteristic of gravity wave clouds. These are large atmospheric swells in a southerly flow aloft. Those winds were certainly associated with a warm conveyor belt. </div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk642IJ3Y652nGub-HmHpq-2mrULBTkivY4iF2pwucwlsRrEbO90zjKt2AA1H6OOaSM_xM3Fr0Bsxy5zm58oxAjSNpLmBZJDO648XPE9fMM6DZxdS5TcD45_viHw2itCvEs_zIwvuQEbyO7JNYym79aTauwmuwQ5ZOa_1W3a54Ihb3_fwchdyzX3CaFgM/s1232/DZ-Conceptual-Model-Gravity-Waves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="609" data-original-width="1232" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk642IJ3Y652nGub-HmHpq-2mrULBTkivY4iF2pwucwlsRrEbO90zjKt2AA1H6OOaSM_xM3Fr0Bsxy5zm58oxAjSNpLmBZJDO648XPE9fMM6DZxdS5TcD45_viHw2itCvEs_zIwvuQEbyO7JNYym79aTauwmuwQ5ZOa_1W3a54Ihb3_fwchdyzX3CaFgM/w640-h316/DZ-Conceptual-Model-Gravity-Waves.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />There were subtle wind waves embedded on the swells but I forget which way those ripples were moving. These wind waves were most obvious within the swell on the right edge of the painting but my brush strokes suggest them in the other swells too. </div><div><br /></div><div>Given the relative minimum in higher cirrus clouds, those wind waves were probably drifting eastward placing Singleton under the anticyclonic companion of the warm conveyor belt. The centre of the storm and the cyclonic companion were still well to the west. The following graphic depicts how the small wavelength wind waves can be superimposed on the atmospheric ocean swells. The lifted condensation level for that portion of the air mass was between Options 3 and 4 in the graphic. </div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3GVa5VaWjRt74ac3g93B9nCkf0-JjQdRwgxggCWrh8t1OVcu9aKUojndCyWBwYY88P9PrSS9mUl_2yuezS5Cr6dVBCaa-bI2RZCwpvyoymlA8N0RP9X68a0pxBwIku51ads_g75kLrSQ0P2n_AFLBGXRZ50-b5UROWfVPl033Slc1aqvY3S_CTDDxC2M/s1326/Wind-Waves-Swells-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="1326" height="390" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3GVa5VaWjRt74ac3g93B9nCkf0-JjQdRwgxggCWrh8t1OVcu9aKUojndCyWBwYY88P9PrSS9mUl_2yuezS5Cr6dVBCaa-bI2RZCwpvyoymlA8N0RP9X68a0pxBwIku51ads_g75kLrSQ0P2n_AFLBGXRZ50-b5UROWfVPl033Slc1aqvY3S_CTDDxC2M/w640-h390/Wind-Waves-Swells-4.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />A winter storm was on the way. Every cloud has a story to tell. I paint a lot of weather. The clouds and the sky have always inspired me. <p>The weather outside was why I was within the shelter of the Singleton Sanctuary Studio. The wood stove was on and the atmosphere was wonderful. I was listening to the vintage Radio Shack Realistic stereo circa 1976. I find it illuminating that one of the first purchases in our adult lives was also made to last. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTzc2cXl8JXXM7Gk0QQhYWSDpx1lhH8dgDenRxwLOBe_OqHhiHwPdyeJZZHJoXKLOfvn4_Fn0msj_fMJHypbENIag7osiZkuhZOX2hoZKrdI4p8t7kZRe_h-rbxdEyo5IGwYbxuAwPVXFqxBUHAZu_wmn-BszKW20bjTBj02LUu_lR2jSKF90Il7DJN5U/s2000/2829InProgress5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="790" data-original-width="2000" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTzc2cXl8JXXM7Gk0QQhYWSDpx1lhH8dgDenRxwLOBe_OqHhiHwPdyeJZZHJoXKLOfvn4_Fn0msj_fMJHypbENIag7osiZkuhZOX2hoZKrdI4p8t7kZRe_h-rbxdEyo5IGwYbxuAwPVXFqxBUHAZu_wmn-BszKW20bjTBj02LUu_lR2jSKF90Il7DJN5U/w400-h158/2829InProgress5.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>For this and much more art, click on <a href="https://pixels.com/featured/february-singleton-storm-sunset-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels </a>or go straight to the <a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries" target="_blank">Collections</a>.</p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p><p>PS: Merry Christmas!</p></div>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-44301689777008827892023-12-21T08:51:00.000-08:002023-12-21T08:54:38.595-08:00#2828 "Singleton Sanctuary Red Cedar in December"<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEied8G0HDyZpV4an_oCkdCkvUvho3mMxlX4AygTvqCgJODBiVtGZZHaxnDAy2XAzLrQ0fncus4WyfZxs0Nnhkgqt6VM17027fDDhgYS-wH3hJYeIKFVmsd6cQP3MXWMUApkEoNRB5sJk98aXkRmlSaRngtFb86Bz2xeSfzYGnLyqUR6617WE3DCMC_BV30/s800/2828.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="574" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEied8G0HDyZpV4an_oCkdCkvUvho3mMxlX4AygTvqCgJODBiVtGZZHaxnDAy2XAzLrQ0fncus4WyfZxs0Nnhkgqt6VM17027fDDhgYS-wH3hJYeIKFVmsd6cQP3MXWMUApkEoNRB5sJk98aXkRmlSaRngtFb86Bz2xeSfzYGnLyqUR6617WE3DCMC_BV30/w288-h400/2828.jpg" width="288" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#2828 "Singleton Sanctuary Red Cedar in December"<br />7x 5 inches oils on canvas panel </td></tr></tbody></table><br />I started this painting outside but quickly retreated to the Singleton Studio. It was warm and comfortable inside and only a few metres from the red cedar inspiration. <p></p><p>Red cedars are important for wildlife within the Singleton Sanctuary. They are encouraged to grow wherever they can take root. Deer survive through a long winter by browsing on the lower branches. All kinds of birds find shelter in the dense growth and many even consume the small cones as if they were berries. </p><p>Eastern red cedar is useful for windbreaks and hedges on tough, dry, limestone-based soils where little else grows. It rarely requires pruning but tolerates clipping so is sometimes used in ornamental gardens. Eastern red cedar wood is valued for its resistance to insects and rot. </p><p>The red cedar tree is frequently referred to as the "Tree of Life" since its applications are so diverse and extensive. The cedar tree was also held very dear by the Ancient Egyptians who extracted its precious oils for the purposes of mummification. </p><p>Virtually every part of the red cedar tree was used in some aspect of indigenous life - longhouses, canoes, totem poles, baskets, clothing, ropes, cooking utensils and medicines. </p><p>For this and much more art, click on <a href="https://pixels.com/featured/singleton-sanctuary-red-cedar-in-december-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels </a>or go straight to the <a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries" target="_blank">Collections</a>.</p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p><p>PS: Merry Christmas!</p>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-89589097153814455262023-12-17T02:51:00.000-08:002023-12-17T02:53:23.140-08:00#2827 "September Sunrise Weather Story"<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzFPgd1eqMttDydLt-zkE8qhLWGRbZj8IK0pE7K_k05KlX9SK5wVSJIViISbdXnhiEnunMNY-Zx4RKeUXDzKeZThdP9-VTszbfluScqGirxwPVtis8stKc9bZQ2tJuL2SIURLkdc_NgdBAPq7BRkAIWgk8UExQtPqYbmQXR4AS4tCN-S7fN5VdBOhih7o/s1031/2827.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1031" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzFPgd1eqMttDydLt-zkE8qhLWGRbZj8IK0pE7K_k05KlX9SK5wVSJIViISbdXnhiEnunMNY-Zx4RKeUXDzKeZThdP9-VTszbfluScqGirxwPVtis8stKc9bZQ2tJuL2SIURLkdc_NgdBAPq7BRkAIWgk8UExQtPqYbmQXR4AS4tCN-S7fN5VdBOhih7o/w400-h310/2827.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#2827 "September Sunrise Weather Story"<br />14x18 inches oils on stretched canvas</td></tr></tbody></table><br />The atmospheric ocean was on full display looking westward across Singleton Lake while the sun rose on my back. The sea of altocumulus clouds filled the sunrise sky with gravity waves. Spirals of Arctic sea smoke twirled and twisted in columns as they rose off the warm water of the lake into the chilly air above. I would swim for just another few days before the weather turned and became more seasonal. The autumn colours of the Singleton forest would soon be peaking. <p></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpojrYzxPAbfyRGxp_39MghCf02R-eQMP2ozMGKYCdA1uF5_o8vAzaq3ZZDy2yI_IhS9wVztW6DeeL6zYMqo8SPyG2PbizswHHtG0fY2d1SGP1hyphenhyphen34pxie5ZPK0vW5XGySH3HHnlULvjmkp41rJDJ3BJ5TI-KHA60oVBNEiOkMt_3S9lK5M8zinirMUWE/s307/2827meteorology2tn.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="307" height="418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpojrYzxPAbfyRGxp_39MghCf02R-eQMP2ozMGKYCdA1uF5_o8vAzaq3ZZDy2yI_IhS9wVztW6DeeL6zYMqo8SPyG2PbizswHHtG0fY2d1SGP1hyphenhyphen34pxie5ZPK0vW5XGySH3HHnlULvjmkp41rJDJ3BJ5TI-KHA60oVBNEiOkMt_3S9lK5M8zinirMUWE/w640-h418/2827meteorology2tn.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Water Vapour Imagery looked down while I was gazing upward. </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwN03o61yB6LhwCiN9Oz6Y5ZkLyMLUOEIgpd_JKmyJfHNqqJH1h91teU-YncW1XPVYHZhiEcLZa2FOWGkdeL1jBB-uimR4XOAmVCv1rDTnKHUfu3M9FHs3PlI85LAbi8fOt_omGlsfSILXMpXC-2CbeI5tlOnWeHzMMQS1RceUVBSSzW2nBXnmKwp5scc/s247/2827meteorologytn.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="247" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwN03o61yB6LhwCiN9Oz6Y5ZkLyMLUOEIgpd_JKmyJfHNqqJH1h91teU-YncW1XPVYHZhiEcLZa2FOWGkdeL1jBB-uimR4XOAmVCv1rDTnKHUfu3M9FHs3PlI85LAbi8fOt_omGlsfSILXMpXC-2CbeI5tlOnWeHzMMQS1RceUVBSSzW2nBXnmKwp5scc/s1600/2827meteorologytn.jpg" width="247" /></a></div>The front-lit, wind-driven gravity waves of altocumulus cloud were part of the anticyclonic companion of a large and slow-moving weather system approaching from Illinois. Embedded swells in the atmospheric ocean were roughly perpendicular to the wind-generated waves. The light, easterly surface winds were part of the cold conveyor belt. This was going to be a significant weather event but I had other things to do then. The cloud can reveal the entire weather story if we only take the time to listen. <p></p><p>I could not afford to spend the morning standing on the marble ridge. I had to get ready for winter and other things. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtpNmODgZVu-Y4auOgYum2cTRzDLHRlpxDjVQQTCz4yo8EW1jJoKALncKoZ4AJLJa3_9WIlzDd79_OZCHG1JZYc6TSL6Ks89KNlLxHsmvBeP0mwpF9tdh5TcEmotQRp1mqXEm8R32MqZQEJFz4ranOlBckzgSMOHw7aJhqX-YjuYz8Wit3uvxNGZSTzYs/s2000/2827InProgress6.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1278" data-original-width="2000" height="408" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtpNmODgZVu-Y4auOgYum2cTRzDLHRlpxDjVQQTCz4yo8EW1jJoKALncKoZ4AJLJa3_9WIlzDd79_OZCHG1JZYc6TSL6Ks89KNlLxHsmvBeP0mwpF9tdh5TcEmotQRp1mqXEm8R32MqZQEJFz4ranOlBckzgSMOHw7aJhqX-YjuYz8Wit3uvxNGZSTzYs/w640-h408/2827InProgress6.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Completed in the Singleton Sanctuary Studio starting on December 1st, 2023</td></tr></tbody></table><p>For this and much more art, click on <a href="https://pixels.com/featured/september-sunrise-weather-story-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels </a>or go straight to the <a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries" target="_blank">Collections</a>.</p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-79721117723475374042023-12-09T07:08:00.000-08:002023-12-09T07:08:44.728-08:00#1330 "Mouth of the Saugeen"<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyAqOI1pkOIbkjFSU-IbueQwYMYxmaO3IvJ5uixwt2st4IvKyaxmHaAZwsvJIiDAaoeVI-ghlYqaoy0_4H4gxZhAHL2ULGvX5LCZS7OqxUC5kXu5HNKbYtGDe-b0V1TPfIK5tr_PuwOo65bRePXYrn17yUJyrGl4zRTdh6DYfPamplyAAlwoxUF4KAQqc/s800/1330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="634" data-original-width="800" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyAqOI1pkOIbkjFSU-IbueQwYMYxmaO3IvJ5uixwt2st4IvKyaxmHaAZwsvJIiDAaoeVI-ghlYqaoy0_4H4gxZhAHL2ULGvX5LCZS7OqxUC5kXu5HNKbYtGDe-b0V1TPfIK5tr_PuwOo65bRePXYrn17yUJyrGl4zRTdh6DYfPamplyAAlwoxUF4KAQqc/w400-h318/1330.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#1330 "Mouth of the Saugeen"<br />8x10 oils on canvas <br />Started 11:30 am Tuesday August 20th, 2013. <br />Painting place on Scubby`s Bluff overlooking the mouth <br />of the Saugeen River at N44.50137 W81.37251.</td></tr></tbody></table><br />I was spending a week at the Southampton Art School in the summer of 1913. Two different classes ran back to back. It was fun! </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPOqenLvqqj8ZIcXoMNqcaFgr_xwtJM6pa_qDHxhhY2y9WOD5uzAkntKMv8fMag2JSCk6irlukl0KksEJXStCmbPMIZzJuHwLi_sX1W53A7LtwZOzf-WNfpyWUI7ia4JQTsOdWF0MR_8LD_09_jcWRe27hUjYYeP9KZgTUFNgVUAM6jSxUDB2VjvlvMiw/s800/1330InProgress5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPOqenLvqqj8ZIcXoMNqcaFgr_xwtJM6pa_qDHxhhY2y9WOD5uzAkntKMv8fMag2JSCk6irlukl0KksEJXStCmbPMIZzJuHwLi_sX1W53A7LtwZOzf-WNfpyWUI7ia4JQTsOdWF0MR_8LD_09_jcWRe27hUjYYeP9KZgTUFNgVUAM6jSxUDB2VjvlvMiw/s320/1330InProgress5.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>This was another 37-minute or 37-stroke experiment intermixed with assisting my fellow participants in "Making Waves in Oil". There is no good reason to limit the exercise to 37 minutes except that 37 is a prime number. I think I went over on my number of brush strokes but no one was counting - especially me. <p></p><p>This view is looking across the harbour mouth of the Saugeen River from Scubby`s Bluff at Southampton toward Chantry Island and the famous life-saving light. The composition was a group consensus and we all had a go at it before the sun started to glare into one's eyes. The sun was very strong in the cloudless skies. </p><p>I wanted to capture the feeling of the place without painting every stone or blade of grass. There is nothing like painting outside!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiQqT65L7CKuMTj5CIswJSU6HjtkpnU7-7yMS8tKV_oBjJ9I6tlWUmAQDpk9cHXWOqofksftjy2_Hgvk5y1kL38KnInTIemN1Rg8qfXsWz98kt87gFmqs7G9neE_zdAqaOoFbm-sd3pluola-BS_A3pGK2S7QfhAbBR7AHJQH5Of1_tn0vQYRS8lArQlk/s800/1330InProgress4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiQqT65L7CKuMTj5CIswJSU6HjtkpnU7-7yMS8tKV_oBjJ9I6tlWUmAQDpk9cHXWOqofksftjy2_Hgvk5y1kL38KnInTIemN1Rg8qfXsWz98kt87gFmqs7G9neE_zdAqaOoFbm-sd3pluola-BS_A3pGK2S7QfhAbBR7AHJQH5Of1_tn0vQYRS8lArQlk/s320/1330InProgress4.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p>For this and much more art, click on <i><a href="https://pixels.com/featured/chantry-shore-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels</a></i>. For more Southampton art, visit <i><a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries&artworkgalleryid=603155" target="_blank">Collections</a></i>. </p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-54647383790481227792023-12-07T02:39:00.000-08:002023-12-07T02:39:01.690-08:00#1327 "Chantry Shore"<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVJtBt1cmsLyGF88Cc9j8q33DtYCj77NOv3OJhivQtAXzEicXfnEm5KxGa5Hnl7ASrm3iOKWPkTF4B61LFZltKT_iCruatOOKI6e9hDGhUCWBK4A9TWcIItzbGnBool23I54YjRwf3m6zFsrbn2NfFaATZsqeYL1BluCOVs6TaFe9Sd9Llay2xX5cQC6U/s800/1327.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="702" data-original-width="800" height="351" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVJtBt1cmsLyGF88Cc9j8q33DtYCj77NOv3OJhivQtAXzEicXfnEm5KxGa5Hnl7ASrm3iOKWPkTF4B61LFZltKT_iCruatOOKI6e9hDGhUCWBK4A9TWcIItzbGnBool23I54YjRwf3m6zFsrbn2NfFaATZsqeYL1BluCOVs6TaFe9Sd9Llay2xX5cQC6U/w400-h351/1327.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#1327 "Chantry Shore"<br />11x14. Started 1 pm Monday, August 19th, 2013. <br />Painting place in front of the <br />Imperial Tower at N44.48927 W81.40104. </td></tr></tbody></table><br />I was spending a week at the Southampton Art School in the summer of 1913. Two different classes ran back to back. It was fun!</p><p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaj_bTXRJP82_df7pXg_-Z1gXjJMD8ZmuZjHZOdBVMDrtYMLXffV56YhpGjTZ9AviXrmGP8hJLp3JbHLENFOEpqFl6FdBDrr2CqO8RIXrpXy6yrHizczB200tkNLKI77WIOrh2BdMNQfDXR9QJ0WOujTDTgQ4xbGJvEG4qyQS0kuMdsutZxcJ-J9Hbn7A/s800/1327InProgress5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaj_bTXRJP82_df7pXg_-Z1gXjJMD8ZmuZjHZOdBVMDrtYMLXffV56YhpGjTZ9AviXrmGP8hJLp3JbHLENFOEpqFl6FdBDrr2CqO8RIXrpXy6yrHizczB200tkNLKI77WIOrh2BdMNQfDXR9QJ0WOujTDTgQ4xbGJvEG4qyQS0kuMdsutZxcJ-J9Hbn7A/s320/1327InProgress5.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Looking north with my crew on a beautiful day! </td></tr></tbody></table>The afternoon sun directed us to paint looking northerly along the rocky shore of Chantry Island. Trees, rocks, flowers and birds were mixed in with the landscape. American-produced haze from Michigan provided the murky horizon within the marine inversion. Large particulates in the marine inversion dropped the visibility to maybe 6 miles and created a darker, mauve layer on the horizon. We were breathing that air but you couldn't readily taste the difference - the change in air masses was very gradual. The trick was to get the colours, values and intangible feel of the special place without drawing every leaf. It was a wonderful day at a special place at Chantry Light, Southampton. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTHoJ5w7UxyB8wf5ilMJyC2yv_NTLEOaw5Zz5ttPPtrvLTNxWqqcj1WoO8Md8G9_HAob374UT5nmgCWRzt32_BbD3sCxF9kYXBmZBpiiayQj9VQi92b8G9a4A1hSe7WZ6zdVAOnwhznw6H5Y-OydrKmzWfb48YWnCjEqQnLp0jxxOJ-lyAtsl_Tq0SDks/s800/1327InProgress6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTHoJ5w7UxyB8wf5ilMJyC2yv_NTLEOaw5Zz5ttPPtrvLTNxWqqcj1WoO8Md8G9_HAob374UT5nmgCWRzt32_BbD3sCxF9kYXBmZBpiiayQj9VQi92b8G9a4A1hSe7WZ6zdVAOnwhznw6H5Y-OydrKmzWfb48YWnCjEqQnLp0jxxOJ-lyAtsl_Tq0SDks/w640-h480/1327InProgress6.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>I wanted to capture the feeling of the place without painting every stone or blade of grass. There is nothing like painting outside!</p><p>For this and much more art, click on <i><a href="https://pixels.com/featured/chantry-shore-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels</a></i>. For more Southampton art, visit <i><a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries&artworkgalleryid=603155" target="_blank">Collections</a></i>. </p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-49123863060801003822023-11-26T02:41:00.000-08:002023-11-26T02:43:01.199-08:00#1319 "Water's Edge"<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx2SU47JONUlPXlw5ToQIVNrBQs309LwbXCP0-33i6Y5PmC0OM2Fm969XozGuj7Qj9Tpc2Zbx87jsvfJ96ENxDqjpw9qnb7gF7SEgHSversHlTeGyYHCetI8ndQx87UpLC0RuHNeczZhPLBTCmEScKHWzmq2322CuDmNDpeSNdOmu5UX6U-mfAL3uOh6g/s1010/1319.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1010" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx2SU47JONUlPXlw5ToQIVNrBQs309LwbXCP0-33i6Y5PmC0OM2Fm969XozGuj7Qj9Tpc2Zbx87jsvfJ96ENxDqjpw9qnb7gF7SEgHSversHlTeGyYHCetI8ndQx87UpLC0RuHNeczZhPLBTCmEScKHWzmq2322CuDmNDpeSNdOmu5UX6U-mfAL3uOh6g/w400-h316/1319.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#1319 "Water's Edge"<br />8x10 oils on canvas <br />2pm Wednesday, August 7th, 2013</td></tr></tbody></table><br />The cold front was fast approaching and the sky was simply a mass of gray with the occasional sunny break. I turned to the lake shore for inspiration. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjikKPjVT4GkhoXR7Is4mNPaIerPJfWXFM_oc4pbvLoivq4G9gTfCm3MNdw7zH0r2D0bPrIk2SK7pdC7C92FUM6VdX9ceGEgayR6HAabBTAWcyeTTx381LcNEz2tcgjon39vc_sIYed4NS70I_urzU5V1Hoq0dTDv5t8Uqri4BTbkFRamDXe4AVW-8k70/s1369/1319Collage.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="910" data-original-width="1369" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjikKPjVT4GkhoXR7Is4mNPaIerPJfWXFM_oc4pbvLoivq4G9gTfCm3MNdw7zH0r2D0bPrIk2SK7pdC7C92FUM6VdX9ceGEgayR6HAabBTAWcyeTTx381LcNEz2tcgjon39vc_sIYed4NS70I_urzU5V1Hoq0dTDv5t8Uqri4BTbkFRamDXe4AVW-8k70/w400-h266/1319Collage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>This is the view toward the south looking across Jim Day Rapids. Duckweed hugged the shoreline while out in the current the faster water was completely open. Silver and soft maples grow right to the water's edge. In the spring the water is at least a couple of feet up the trunks but the trees seem to survive the month or two of drowning quite nicely. <p></p><p>I wanted to capture the feeling of the place without painting every blade of grass. </p><p>For this and much more art, click on <i><a href="https://pixels.com/featured/2-waters-edge-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels</a></i>. For themes of my art, visit <i><a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries" target="_blank">Collections</a></i>. </p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-85879646852249479222023-11-18T06:20:00.000-08:002023-11-18T06:20:28.495-08:00#2826 "September Sunday Drizzle with Sunflowers"<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgduq1NHNI5kr641WK953Fc_MmxDVI1KUcOtv9JNaROHcUGjR03KTSrVPM_Y1scejXrfgylaivFyMHbnAnMU5QF0W7XJJrs5yvylTjKDdVR85zS-V2j_frhXuZ8OsTLtFc4UPoI4-J7wx2lUzBNRUK9SzXXhjJKQywn4z_PFhwHABZfyTLvzR0318zE69s/s800/2826.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="565" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgduq1NHNI5kr641WK953Fc_MmxDVI1KUcOtv9JNaROHcUGjR03KTSrVPM_Y1scejXrfgylaivFyMHbnAnMU5QF0W7XJJrs5yvylTjKDdVR85zS-V2j_frhXuZ8OsTLtFc4UPoI4-J7wx2lUzBNRUK9SzXXhjJKQywn4z_PFhwHABZfyTLvzR0318zE69s/w283-h400/2826.JPG" width="283" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#2826 "September Sunday Drizzle with Sunflowers"<br />7x5 inches oils on canvas panel</td></tr></tbody></table><br />This time after completing <i><a href="https://philchadwickart.blogspot.com/2023/11/2825-sunday-morning-drizzle-and.html" target="_blank">#2825 "Sunday Morning Drizzle and Sunflowers"</a></i> I just stayed in the same place to record the large sunflower bloom that hung down with the weight of the hundreds of seeds. Each sunflower head can contain as many as 1,000 to 2,000 seeds. I would have preferred looking up into the flower but the plant was too short or I was too tall. So I simply painted what I saw looking almost down at the giant flower head. <div><br /></div><div>The skies were still overcast with drizzle. We received only 3.4 millimetres overnight from this weather event and the lake levels were low.</div><div><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbERUHawqZZQ5sJSefsc3K6G3322k_e9TzOy8zJY8Hj2fr0MnBjCX0omZiyteNKE_EJjrfNItRrkR_b3lL4Bn18UTa6FHkiL-J3EQy21MHqwJVTcQk7cHaV_ZeMZb5BM2vV3NXHsIJeuSqoekJI3DyWIb3N9oONTjV5AP5-hQdQcIiUo5Qh9oXXOjtrwg/s1500/2826InProgress6.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1500" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbERUHawqZZQ5sJSefsc3K6G3322k_e9TzOy8zJY8Hj2fr0MnBjCX0omZiyteNKE_EJjrfNItRrkR_b3lL4Bn18UTa6FHkiL-J3EQy21MHqwJVTcQk7cHaV_ZeMZb5BM2vV3NXHsIJeuSqoekJI3DyWIb3N9oONTjV5AP5-hQdQcIiUo5Qh9oXXOjtrwg/s320/2826InProgress6.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The squirrels left their footprints all over the bags <br />of prime soil after they found and ate the <br />hickory nuts I had planted there. </td></tr></tbody></table>The scurry of squirrels was busy eating, burying and digging up hickory nuts. They even found my bags of top-grade soil in which I had cut small openings through which I planted prime, healthy-looking shagbark hickory nuts. The squirrels found and ate these too. I would have to protect these bags with my turtle guards and replant. The goal was to have vibrant, healthy shagbark hickory sprouts to transplant in the forest in the spring. <p></p><p>After I left the scene, a flock of little chipping sparrows swooped and appeared to find much to forage on. </p><p>This was the final panel for the 2023 edition of the Annual IPAP Worldwide Paint Out.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGBMIR2h6xIbpAPi2UYduoY-8QeBDkhWMNB1wQrNEUwAG4RmHcCL2XdbBn9ganMpl-2lMy8G5ANUjQUnT9vtoLFpoNCisYvVn59D5KW_rcMMWi2sogmDEF-sWdCmShRQfTpvZduZLIMQ9njBZTi2BGohig5Ku4MguWE66kCXgOJU4wxqjkF2_AMPgH3Mg/s1583/2826Collage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="916" data-original-width="1583" height="370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGBMIR2h6xIbpAPi2UYduoY-8QeBDkhWMNB1wQrNEUwAG4RmHcCL2XdbBn9ganMpl-2lMy8G5ANUjQUnT9vtoLFpoNCisYvVn59D5KW_rcMMWi2sogmDEF-sWdCmShRQfTpvZduZLIMQ9njBZTi2BGohig5Ku4MguWE66kCXgOJU4wxqjkF2_AMPgH3Mg/w640-h370/2826Collage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />For this and much more art, click on <i><a href="https://pixels.com/featured/september-sunday-drizzle-with-sunflowers-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels </a></i>or <i><a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries&artworkgalleryid=458041" target="_blank">here</a></i> to go straight to the Flower Collection.<p></p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-46652587780327424912023-11-16T06:26:00.000-08:002023-11-16T06:26:25.820-08:00#2825 "Sunday Morning Drizzle and Sunflowers"<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4lV63Ry7AjWyxtp1fmHwpf0ic9InKtr2-oYfEv4q_38iIutXQQ9-6zH7DE09NQPYXuiARBswjwXF4BsLzqbkqKtGXcp1NfcGLoUHimjPdF-Cc2JjeX7VA50UZkW-8KxsSxvi5Zy-O6fYCODcrTjZgtQpSOtgTa8UbyMYi23fh2u0s5RTAXyXyuCU9CU/s800/2825.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="570" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4lV63Ry7AjWyxtp1fmHwpf0ic9InKtr2-oYfEv4q_38iIutXQQ9-6zH7DE09NQPYXuiARBswjwXF4BsLzqbkqKtGXcp1NfcGLoUHimjPdF-Cc2JjeX7VA50UZkW-8KxsSxvi5Zy-O6fYCODcrTjZgtQpSOtgTa8UbyMYi23fh2u0s5RTAXyXyuCU9CU/w285-h400/2825.JPG" width="285" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#2825 "Sunday Morning Drizzle and Sunflowers"<br />7x5 inches oils on canvas panel</td></tr></tbody></table><p>This was the third and final day of the 2023 International Plein Air Painters (IPAP) Worldwide Paint Out. The tragic events that occurred on September 11 many years ago changed the world. IPAP began as a direct response to "<i>911</i>". I tend to be a solitary artist but am a Charter and Signature Member of this group dedicated to creativity and looking for something positive out of tragedy. On the second weekend of September 2002, the first Worldwide Paint Out was held to honour those lost on 911. I have participated every year ever since. At one time I organized large group paint-outs...</p><p>The wise phrase "<i>cirrostratus coming at us</i>" had correctly predicted the rainy weather overnight. Sunday morning dawned to a grey overcast sky with drizzle. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMUdHJF8QmA9DsXEtTFGapTXwHAq48ve4xrLBmcr9d800kfWtfQn_xZC8SGuhTO6_-JuO4VkzUFELR0AdXyfgxW_OrNKm3mm7ybRgrCOSa2LefmHtnLgRgQyBprEKz0GzzsdMwjQ52FF9POW2-aXYQ8pbjtvyQtqCaVWk-_M1QVjxoFYDx0qnuUkfGDFA/s1500/2825InProgress6.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMUdHJF8QmA9DsXEtTFGapTXwHAq48ve4xrLBmcr9d800kfWtfQn_xZC8SGuhTO6_-JuO4VkzUFELR0AdXyfgxW_OrNKm3mm7ybRgrCOSa2LefmHtnLgRgQyBprEKz0GzzsdMwjQ52FF9POW2-aXYQ8pbjtvyQtqCaVWk-_M1QVjxoFYDx0qnuUkfGDFA/w437-h640/2825InProgress6.jpg" width="437" /></a></div>The weather did not slow nature at all. Nor did it impede my brushwork on a small canvas panel. My painting location had come full circle cyclonically since Friday morning on this third day of the Annual IPAP Worldwide Paint Out. I was still optimistic that something fun and perhaps exceptional might come from my efforts with the oils. <p></p><p>The corvid crows were announcing my every move to anyone listening. Their raucous calls filled the air. I remember from my nature reading that their calls that numbered four in a row warned of a dangerous intruder within their vicinity. That would be me. The murder of crows should have realized by now that I was their friend but one cannot be too careful! </p><p>A curious seagull buzzed just above me as I painted. I could feel the air from its wings. </p><p> Occasionally the drizzle transformed into light rain. I was not going to melt and kept on painting. </p><p>For this and much more art, click on <i><a href="https://pixels.com/featured/sunday-morning-drizzle-and-sunflowers-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels </a></i>or <i><a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries&artworkgalleryid=458041" target="_blank">here</a></i> to go straight to the Flower Collection.</p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-33863575480776831712023-11-11T04:03:00.001-08:002023-11-11T04:03:18.659-08:00#2824 "September Saturday Afternoon Sunflowers"<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeS-ei_RQQZ96MbNCBE1U8TM-5Iv8nAyypF4g-R1uUdeQcuilTOGo8DlSqC1qVGbQStbbi-F-kG9xS9dS7sblkDbOd3Apr0qPo4OTpQ7LpggaKnong6fjCavGqW5XcY6QswFOgZQwDaOL8d2qWuR95c7788wiBKGha-XMTk_PHGH74rY2AVP1gHU-pyQY/s800/2824.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="575" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeS-ei_RQQZ96MbNCBE1U8TM-5Iv8nAyypF4g-R1uUdeQcuilTOGo8DlSqC1qVGbQStbbi-F-kG9xS9dS7sblkDbOd3Apr0qPo4OTpQ7LpggaKnong6fjCavGqW5XcY6QswFOgZQwDaOL8d2qWuR95c7788wiBKGha-XMTk_PHGH74rY2AVP1gHU-pyQY/w288-h400/2824.JPG" width="288" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#2824 "September Saturday Afternoon Sunflowers"<br />7x5 inches oils on canvas panel</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiivF_mIrRioRUmcgyQhavNSP3C4tH9k-fmzImiGrLp-3vl1dxwZRgNxy6EhY4whyphenhyphenyaq3CY80lN6IwgXVfbEU1GJVG7lX8TFBZdEVGXfwzxeslU4ekSD6Z4nu5_qM0JHfVhHZICCHEwyqMfS4S8sVR8TKtDKj3f73ETM1YS_4ccc3UG_Xt24wxVNQvRe-g/s1500/2824InProgress5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="757" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiivF_mIrRioRUmcgyQhavNSP3C4tH9k-fmzImiGrLp-3vl1dxwZRgNxy6EhY4whyphenhyphenyaq3CY80lN6IwgXVfbEU1GJVG7lX8TFBZdEVGXfwzxeslU4ekSD6Z4nu5_qM0JHfVhHZICCHEwyqMfS4S8sVR8TKtDKj3f73ETM1YS_4ccc3UG_Xt24wxVNQvRe-g/w322-h640/2824InProgress5.jpg" width="322" /></a></div>This was the second day of the annual International Plein Air Painters (IPAP) Worldwide Paint Out. The tragic events that occurred on September 11 many years ago changed the world. IPAP began as a direct response to 911. I tend to be a solitary artist but am a Charter Member of this group dedicated to creativity and looking for something positive out of tragedy. On the second weekend of September 2002, the first 1st Worldwide Paint Out was held to honour those lost on 911. I have participated every year ever since. <div><br />Cirrus clouds were thickening up on the southwestern horizon foretelling of the rain that would fall overnight. As the saying goes, "cirrostratus coming at us" accurately describes the approach of the warm conveyor belt of a mid-latitude weather system. <p></p><p>There was still a window of time during the early afternoon to revisit the sunflowers in the front garden. I continued rotating cyclonically around the tower of blooms just as I had the previous day. I wished to investigate the sunflowers from every angle.</p><p>There were several small bumblebees working the sunflower blooms. Sadly, I did not see any honey bees. </p><p>The afternoon sun got very hot! It became far too hot for painting but not too balmy for swimming. I went and followed the sage advice that I am often given, and jumped in the lake. </p><p>For this and much more art, click on <i><a href="https://pixels.com/featured/september-saturday-afternoon-sunflowers-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels </a></i>or <i><a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries&artworkgalleryid=458041" target="_blank">here</a></i> to go straight to the Flower Collection.</p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p></div>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066806030790461468.post-55452728052329921052023-11-09T05:36:00.004-08:002023-11-09T05:36:49.040-08:00#2823 "September Early Afternoon Sunflowers"<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfDmu_WtDRYQjqsunYY4xrGYXGlYytZSztXbkRneEO2ZEA78OEyfTPplLFx2eda7zV-9k-7fl407CxYAm_gOj6US30r9sAPrY5uQz0KMB24tlnzExe9wxUycd-0gm0FFzU6-wbbehwl0vuRRuD5q2LIIm58C8-0ebjEmwNEZzRtGBZcoDCJsbBYIQ2pK8/s800/2823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="571" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfDmu_WtDRYQjqsunYY4xrGYXGlYytZSztXbkRneEO2ZEA78OEyfTPplLFx2eda7zV-9k-7fl407CxYAm_gOj6US30r9sAPrY5uQz0KMB24tlnzExe9wxUycd-0gm0FFzU6-wbbehwl0vuRRuD5q2LIIm58C8-0ebjEmwNEZzRtGBZcoDCJsbBYIQ2pK8/w285-h400/2823.JPG" width="285" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#2823 "September Early Afternoon Sunflowers"<br />7x5 inches oils on canvas panel</td></tr></tbody></table><br />I kept rotating cyclonically after completing #2822 "September Midday Sunflowers". Meteorologically speaking and using my Coriolis hand, that rotation keeps me positive and my thumb pointing upwards. This is the view of the same cluster of sunflowers but looking toward the century-old shagbark hickory. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijjtiRf0jrhWwczpgz7ojjHJenhtZIKsn4hqZfHBMMBzRqYNO0kkawUAd9t7D5a5L9Dw2siCQM3IhJp5JGyZyQP4lZ0L3lCPj53caXs0HQJCmS4BUq1hFV9g9MmExAZwzvuyB7XIIgNI2wCDv6KqAmlSeXACIkS41VU3uyZzPRyYKmyK_MpTjaRaVUjHw/s1500/2823InProgress2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="658" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijjtiRf0jrhWwczpgz7ojjHJenhtZIKsn4hqZfHBMMBzRqYNO0kkawUAd9t7D5a5L9Dw2siCQM3IhJp5JGyZyQP4lZ0L3lCPj53caXs0HQJCmS4BUq1hFV9g9MmExAZwzvuyB7XIIgNI2wCDv6KqAmlSeXACIkS41VU3uyZzPRyYKmyK_MpTjaRaVUjHw/w175-h400/2823InProgress2.jpg" width="175" /></a></div>A "scurry" of squirrels was busy harvesting nuts. A group of squirrels may also be called a "dray, " referring to a squirrel mother and her young. For those who do not care to be too grammatically precise, you might also call the twenty or so squirrels scurrying around the huge shagbark hickory a "herd".<p></p><p>There were a lot of creatures including birds, harvesting the thousands of hickory nuts. The squirrels would climb the tree out to the flimsiest limbs and chew off clusters of nuts. Shagbark hickory nuts typically develop in clusters of two and sometimes three nuts. The squirrels would then hurry to the ground to collect their harvest before other marauding rodents made off with them. </p><p>Painting is work; I called it a day at the end of this fun little painting. I went for a long swim in Jim Day Rapids. Life is good when surrounded by nature and sunflowers.</p><p>For this and much more art, click on <i><a href="https://pixels.com/featured/september-early-afternoon-sunflowers-phil-chadwick.html" target="_blank">Pixels </a></i>or <i><a href="https://pixels.com/profiles/1-phil-chadwick?tab=artworkgalleries&artworkgalleryid=458041" target="_blank">here</a></i> to go straight to the Flower Collection.</p><p>Warmest regards and keep your paddle in the water,</p><p>Phil Chadwick </p>The Art of Phil Chadwickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07100281940213651166noreply@blogger.com0