Artwork description:

The thing about bear sightings is there are only two ways. One is when you spot a bear. This is the most common and less troublesome. The second is when you see or hear the presence of one. This is a story of the second. Early one morning on the upper ridge trail, I noticed a small mountain stream that looked promising, where I might be rewarded with a fish dinner. I returned to my camp, retrieving my two weight rod and reel. Stuffing some dry fly patterns in a pill bottle, grabbed a granola bar and set out. Arriving back at the junction, then proceeding to move quietly up the stream looking for a spot to to cast. The foliage was thick and tightly woven. As I climbed up over boulders, searching for a pool, it seemed almost primeval and absent of man, but I was determined to try. Finally a small flat clearing appeared with room to roll cast into a beautiful pool below a small waterfall. Dropping my pack, I began to string up my rod. I noticed near the streams edge, that a small bolder had been turned over. My first thought was Indians, known to look under rocks for grubs and worms as bait. Then realized there are no Indians up here. What would do this? Bears! Kneeling down, the earth felt freshly exposed, damp with scratches from a large paw. That strange tingly sensation of danger moved through me. My eyes dilated and ears perked up as I slowly scanned my surroundings, hoping not to see baby cubs in front and mama behind.

Materials used:

Daniel Smith Traditional Black Relief Ink on Zerkall Book Smooth Cream over Somerset Satin White 250gm

Tags:

#light #forest #fishing #bear #stream #balance #indian #serenity #foliage #vibe #backwoods #etherial #wildernes #familial