I was vacationing in Florida with my family and was absolutely fascinated with all the herons in close proximity. I photographed this fellow stalking along the shore and was excited to paint him when I got home. This was a merit image at IPC. I titled it “The Blue Preacher” after a poem by Mary Oliver.
On the leafy banks,
an old Chinese poet,
hunched in the white gown of his wings,
or is splashed upward,
in a small, quick flower,
by the life beneath it.
made his difficult landing,
his skirts up around his knees.
joined them and stood just beneath them
in the black, polished water
where they fished, all day.