Christmas Eve, Florida near the Gulf, I heard two owls calling to each other from a tall palm tree. The sun was still setting, a long flaming blaze afire along the beach. The moon was rising, a bright silver sliver against the warm dark velvet above. I took a photograph, or maybe a hundred photos, it was such a poetic moment. None of the photographs show what I really saw and heard. Now I have painted the memory.
This would be a category #2 in my sketchbook, memory infused with emotion.
