Jill Bliss

September 17, 2014

Wandering around my…

Wandering around my temporary neighborhood.

Wandering around my temporary neighborhood.

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September 17, 2014

Beach finds.

Beach finds.

Beach finds.

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September 16, 2014

Beach break!

Beach break!

Beach break!

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September 16, 2014

Anima flying squirrel…

Anima flying squirrel progress: got the plan pencilled in! It's always interesting to see what makes it into the final piece after all the research is done! Each time there's so much more I could add, but run out of room.

Anima flying squirrel progress: got the plan pencilled in! It's always interesting to see what makes it into the final piece after all the research is done! Each time there's so much more I could add, but run out of room.

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September 15, 2014

More flying squirrel…

More flying squirrel Anima progress today!

More flying squirrel Anima progress today!

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September 14, 2014

Flying Squirrel Anima…

Flying Squirrel Anima beginnings!

Flying Squirrel Anima beginnings!

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September 14, 2014

The deer searching…

The deer searching the old pear orchard for dropped fruit.

The deer searching the old pear orchard for dropped fruit.

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Investigating flying squirrel Gerry Oak habitat today.

Investigating flying squirrel Gerry Oak habitat today.

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September 13, 2014

New island story…

New island story on my blog! Link in profile…

New island story on my blog! Link in profile...

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September 13, 2014

Aurora

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A meteor traces down the bowl edges of the sky above, disrupting the otherwise perfectly still air. Wisps of clouds colored by the waning moon, which also creates shimmering highlights in the sea surrounding this peninsula on three sides. Movement 20 yards away from me captures my attention. Fox? Deer? Raccoon? Are there raccoon on this island? I can’t remember. I listen and look intently, just to the right and left of where I sense the sound. I can almost make out the moving forms in the moonlight. Or is it just rocks & wind rusting through the field? No, strangely, there’s otherwise no movement at all – something I’ve never before experienced in this usually windy area. Something large moves and I hear the sound of munching grass. Deer, then.

One jumps the low split rail zigzag pioneer fence in front of me, then another, then another. Three, then. All feeding on the dried grass of early fall that slopes gently towards the sea below. Oblivious to my presence. Another meteor shoots down the sky. Pretty, fleeting, but not the aurora borealis I dragged myself out of bed hoping to see.

Fully tuning to my surroundings, now I can hear the sound of crickets. The lighthouse on the southern point sends out it’s circles. Gentle lapping water on the shore below. Black oystercatchers and other birds I can’t identify periodically calling out to one another. Elephant seals growling to one another on the next island over. Sounds are able to travel much longer distances than usual tonight in this eery still air.

Another movement in the field. Black. Scurrying. Dog-like. Ah, that one’s a fox. He sees me & alters his course to investigate, making a large loop around me to stop within 5 feet on my left side. “Good evening Mr. Fox” I say out loud, just to see if he’ll react to my voice. He cocks his head to one side like a confused dog, but stands his ground. We stare at one another, both assessing this situation under the stars. Five minutes go by and then he’s bored.

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The inky black fox with a white-tipped tail leaps onto a corner of the grey moonlit fence in the lighter grey field. His iconic silhouette against the clear sky full of stars & silver moonlight that are reflected in the inkier water below. I’d add in a falling meteor or two also. As soon as I’ve composed the iconic art piece in my head to remember this night, he leaps down on the other side of the field and is gone.