I descend every morning into a dark rainforest trail along the windswept rocky coast of the Pacific Northwest. It’s eerily quiet at first, only the loud plopping of heavy raindrops dripping from the needles of tall Fir trees onto the toes of my muddy boots, the brim of my hat. Then out of the quiet mist a musical, gurgling croak can be heard – the unmistakable and opinionated ramblings of a curious Raven. I walk and she follows and talks in a voice full of knowing. She is most curious about my steadfast pace and encourages me to look up. Look around. Be curious too!
16"x16" acrylic on paper mounted board