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I felt a connection with this water bird the first time I heard her haunting wails in the night. By day, her luminous body rides low in the water, bearing a checkered cloth across her back; the black and white squares assemble side by side like a crossword puzzle. A white garland at her throat falls into the sun as she arches her arabesque neck. Where does a loon go when the sun coasts downward on cobalt wings and light surrenders its vermilion to the inky night? She slips into her shadowy nest near water's edge and calls with that ancient yodeling that sinks us back into ourselves. I started the design with the large, bold shapes first. Then added the details of feathers and vegetation. Combining what I saw with my scientific thinking and my intuition, I painted my impression of the loon.
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