When I'm walking in my garden, if I see a feather, I'm drawn to pick it up. I know if I don't pick it up it will be gone, deteriorating in the sun and weather, a fleeting feather. For some reason I think of each feather I find as good luck. I found this hawk feather the other day in the back yard. The colors are so pale and muted.
I've read about slip feathering, I'd like to try this technique on a plate. I'll bet Ron Philbeck could show me how to achieve this slip feathering technique, since he is a slip decorator extraordinaire.
The previous day I saw this juvenile hawk sitting on the fence. The second after I took this photo he swooped down to catch a rodent in the back yard and was gone. I think he left his fleeting feather as a calling card for me.
