Portugal was full of storks. They nested everywhere: on houses, trees, light poles. Everywhere. Very elegant when in flight…much less so when hopping around on the ground, in search of just about anything they could eat. The chicks were like baby Elvises, with their fluffs of hair standing on end and their large ugly beaks perpetually open for food.
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Whilst doing research for another painting (that’s still not finished) I found this amazing photo on the web It’s by José Antonio Yee, an otherwise obscure photographer. I stared, awe-struck, then picked up pen and canvas (by pure chance I had the perfect little square canvas that I had bought months before for an undeveloped […]