John Tasker: 3

Mystical Birds is the theme. I love birds of all types, makes and models. Some are more beautiful than others and some can be a nuisance, but the fact is they can fly and I cannot. I want to create small worlds where these special living beings can thrive. We are lucky, just lucky enough to live in a world that provides such poetry.

Mystical Birds know their way through the forest. They see the world differently than we do and I respect that.

Statues of patience. Waiting for a sign of a meal beneath the sand. Waiting! Focused!

Seen but yet unseen, the flight of night is mysterious and beautiful. We dream within ourselves and all becomes possible.

Tucked away in a sheltered brush, birds have an instinct for safety. Beauty aside, mother nature says do this and all will be well!

The swift pull of air directing the plunge to safer heights. The instinct of flying, so natural, so dramatic, so conclusive.

Dark skies eventually bring light. A flock of magical birds glide towards safety. Updrafts and downdrafts will not deter them.

The chase

A plunge. A change. A re-birth and transformation! The cycle comes in all shapes and sizes and from all directions.

A beautiful day in the neighborhood. Flying, soaring, and enjoying the colorful Sky and Earth without a worry in the world. Freedom and peace in the heart and mind. A joyous day!

Above looking down. Down looking up. This is the way of life. Let us all soar together to new heights and accomplish many good things!

To follow is also to lead. To create a path for others to follow and on and on....

Sometimes it is hard standing out in a crowd, especially when you cannot hide, but beauty is beauty no matter what color you are!

Nature has many sides!

A pattern signals me to the night falling into the sea as the dusk turns me towards the arms of loved ones and sleep.

Geese fly south in the winter and north in the summer. I stay in the same spot year round!

Everyone lives somewhere. This is my spot on the planet. I'm very happy to be living here.

The Dive

My dear crow friend sits atop our pear tree and looks through the window watching me work on this computer. He/she caws till I go outside and throw dry cat food onto the lawn. We will have a long and happy relationship.

Birds of a feather flock together. So goes the expression and the beauty it brings as crows move as one through the sky.

A pedestal to the abilities of birds to be able to stay aloft for long periods of time and travel incredible distances.

A poetic flight through time and space.

My crow friends flying in one of my paintings. It is wonderful to add creatures that now live in my paintings after the fact!

Eight birds of a feather gather together!

Pink crows now live in a dreamy land I painted one summers day never knowing that this would be the finished work. But then would I do anything, create anything if I knew exactly what the end result would be? I think not! That is the fun and pleasure of it all, waiting for the surprise.

Nature has a balance.

The incredable energy of the Sun and wind lifting this Hawk above my head. It travelled North and soon disappeared into a thicket of trees.

Canadian Geese frequent our valley during the winter time. Some stay year round. They fly in large flocks Honking to each other. A wonderful sight and sound to the unexpected viewer on the ground. I always stop and watch their progress across the sky.

I have a Hummingbird feeder that attracts these amazing fliers. A buzzing sound as they fly in to feed and a buzzing sound as they disappear into the sky.

I enjoy when a bird flies over my head and I know they are looking down at me as I am looking at them. I have a primal feeling of connection with nature if only for an instant. It puts a smile on my face and raises my spirits.