south Island are the Tundra Swans that spend the
winter months here. Standing close to the marsh edge
when a small flock glides low overhead to land in the
water is a thrilling experience that warms the soul
even on a cool and damp west coast morning.
The marsh in those conditions softens sound
and the bugling calls of the swans
seem from another world.
Oil on wood panel 12 x 16.
Thoughts & comments always appreciated.