Rich Brimer is a good guy. He came over to visit a couple of days ago (and to share a couple of beers) bringing with him the stuffed goose that he shot when he was about twelve years old because he thought it would be useful for when I get to painting the wings of the angel of death. Thanks Rich! The goose is hanging in my office waiting for its moment of glory as an artist’s model.
The base layer of the trees is dry and ready for more work, so I expect to get moving on the birches soon.