Great White Herons and Moon
They are what they are. Once when I was at a barbecue party thrown by friends of my brother in Charleston, the guests gathered around the poolside were surprised at sunset by a ruckus in the surrounding grove of trees. A flock of great white herons (dozens of them) was landing on the treetops to nestle for the night. Our hosts explained that it was their habit and that we should not be disturbed. Before that night, I had only seen them wading in marsh waters around the Sea Islands and in the streams and ponds at Assateague Park, as I have depicted them here.
Metallic acrylics on heavy rag paper 22½” x 30”