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Wednesday, August 13, 2008
I awoke early every morning to the sounds of birds screeching and calling just outside our room. Fruits of different varieties and bread are laid out on platform feeders each morning luring the birds in from the rainforest allowing for close observation. It's not just birds who come here for a handout; agouti and large Tegu lizards snag scraps that fall to the ground. Hummingbird feeders are filled as well on the Center’s verandah, attracting hummers and honeycreepers to within mere inches of where you are sitting. I was able to get many close-up photos because the birds were engrossed in feeding and were used to people. One could spend their entire time just sitting on the verandah overlooking the beautiful Arima Valley and see multitudes of birds come and go without even stepping foot into the jungle. I miss that verandah.
The male white-bearded manakins were our favorite birds to observe. We enjoyed watching them romance the ladies in their lek, which is a courting area essentially. Up to two dozen males flit over the lek with its vertical saplings, audibly clicking their wings, sounding bug-like, as they jump back and forth. These little guys worked so hard and we rarely even saw a female come and take notice. I felt a little sorry for them.
A short walk away from the white-bearded manakin’s lek was the golden-headed manakin’s lek. Their courting performance consists of sliding or “moonwalking” along a thin branch, again all to impress the ladies.
By far the most beautiful bird there was the blue-crowned motmot. I became a little obsessed with getting a great photo of one after missing the opportunity of getting “the money shot”. My husband one evening had pointed to one posing beautifully on a low branch in perfect, glowing, early evening light…swinging its long tail from side to side…but by the time I got to where he was standing and tried to focus, the motmot had decided that he posed long enough and I missed that glorious shot. The image is burned in my head; I don’t believe I’ll forget that image of the one that got away. I’ll have to try my best to recapture that moment in paint someday with the photos I did manage to get of them.
A special attraction at the Center is the Oilbird colony. Oilbirds, which are related to nightjars, are the only nocturnal fruit-eating bird in the world. At night, they forage for fruit. The name Oilbird comes from the young birds which become quite chubby, often 50% heavier than their parents. These fat nestlings were collected and rendered down for their oil by indigenous people, and early settlers. We joined a guided hike down to Dunston Cave where the birds roost during the day. Only a limited number of people are allowed in at the same time to limit the disturbance to them. They nest close together on the cave ledges and blend into their surroundings. I did not even try to get a photo of them; it was so dark.
ferruginous pygmy owl before it flew off.
We signed up for three guided field trips off the Center’s grounds. Several species of birds could only be seen on the field trips. We ventured to Caroni Swamp for our first trip where we saw many flocks of brilliantly red scarlet ibis fly across the sky to roost in the mangrove trees for the night. We saw our second snake here; a Cook’s tree boa curled in a tree directly above our heads. Though it was a beautiful spectacle to see the scarlet ibis, from a photography standpoint, I was a little disappointed that we were unable to see any birds up close. On our drive out to the swamp, we stopped at Trincity sewage treatment plant – I know kind of gross, but it was a great spot to see (and photograph) birds. Who knew? We spotted blue heron, great heron, yellow hooded blackbird, egrets, wattled jacana, purple gallinule, and a gray hawk. Basking on a bank there was the largest caiman I’d ever seen. leatherback sea turtles nesting at Matura Bay. This can only be done at night. The beach here is lined with palms and very narrow, due to erosion. We walked with our guide up and down the beach scanning the ocean for any signs of turtles. It’s very dark so it’s hard to make out anything. Our guide told us to make sure that we shine no lights and to not use any flash photography. They rely on the glare off the water and the dark of the tree line to find their way to shore. Lights can confuse the turtles and will send them back to the ocean. Conditions have to be just right or the turtles will turnaround. We were not out too long before we saw one coming to shore. It takes awhile for these turtles to haul themselves out. In fact, the whole laborious ordeal takes several hours. Our turtle was about 5 feet in length. They can get up to 8 feet in length and can weigh between 500 to 2000 lbs. When she found her spot, she started to burrow a hole in the sand with her front and back flippers. She decides that her hole is deep enough when her back flippers can no longer touch the bottom. She then deposits her eggs. The turtle goes into a trance-like state while she lays her eggs. During this time only, we were allowed to take photos if we wanted. Her clutch consisted of about 80 to 100 eggs. After depositing all her eggs, she then covered them back up with sand, smoothing over the surface. She turned to leave for the sea but then started to dig again; our guide told us she was creating a decoy nest. This was done to trick any would-be predators. When she completed this, she finally headed back to the sea. It was a wonderful experience and I felt very privileged to witness this.
Our last trip took us up Blanchisseuse Road, where we had an unsuccessful outing on a rainy day looking for the elusive piping guan, ornate hawk-eagle (the bird I had most wanted to see on this trip), and the collared trogon. The trip wasn’t a total bust; we did get to see rufous-tailed jacamars which I was able to get very close to and I got some great shots. They ranked right up there with the blue-crowned motmot for beauty in my eyes. I am fairly certain that they will be my first painting from Trinidad.
We had a wonderful time and would definitely like to return someday. Next time we’ll check out Tobago too. For now, I look forward to getting started on some paintings inspired from the trip. Stay tuned…some of these guys may be showing up in some future work...
Sunday, August 10, 2008
I started by lightly sanding a little of the texture from the Aquabord. The Aquabord comes already primed with a textured surface similar to that of watercolor paper. However, it comes with a little more texture than I'd like so a light sanding does the trick. I then tinted the board a medium gray color.
After lightly sketching the owl in, I started painting some of the background in the upper left-hand corner. I want to keep the background loose and abstract, keeping the focus on the beauty of the owl. For the background effect, I apply the acrylic like a watercolor wash; I dampen the surface a little and when the paint touches the surface the colors softly blend together. I then add playful drips and spatters.
With the owl, I started working on the eyes first. This is the most important part of the painting; realistically capturing the barred owl's deep, dark, soulful eyes. I worked the eyes to near completion. I then radiated out from the eyes loosely blocking in the owl's feathers.