- Splintering the still air with his bugling call, the Guardian stands, ever watchful, ever vigilant. As his breath drifts softly in foggy wisps in the morning's young hours, it seems all is at peace. His herd graces restfully under his watchful gaze. Even so, his keen sense of smell detects intruders. Their footfalls silent and dangerously close, despite the frosty grasses underneath. In an instant he will be fierce and terrible, as he charges to confront them, to the aid of his clan, his mighty rack of antlers more menacing than any sword blade. 6 foot powerful spikes wielded with the full anger of an 800 pound elk bearing down on them ... wolves beware!
- Fiery orange blends with cool shades of blue on a frosty Tequila Sunrise morning. Frost crystals sparkle on grasses bent under a late spring snow as the morning sun warms the marsh. A silent, magical moment, lasting but a few seconds transpires as a trio of ducks appear out of the cool mists hanging over the pond's waters. Gentle ripples flee before them teasing the burning reflections of the rising sun - a new morning is born.
- The drip, drip, drip, of new snow melting in the warm morning light heralds the arrival of spring. The promise of warm sunny weather is woven in the sound of songbirds flitting through the trees. Nova Scotia's smallest owl, a Saw-whet, rests quietly among the branches. She welcomes the warmer plentiful days of spring and this will be her last winter's rest before setting out to find a mate and raise her new family in the tall stands of conifers that is her home.
- Sharing the forest, the tiny chickadee and the young moose feed among the evergreen boughs as the sunshine gives them warmth. Both moving along ever so carefree, each in their own way. The busy twitter of the chickadees, much louder than the silent whisper of branches as the moose calf slips through them.
This owl loves to hang out watching the river. Will a small animal wonder down to drink some water? Patients is a virtue. Good things come to those who wait.
I love the fall colors and the lighting in this image. This would be great for the fall theme during Thanksgiving week.
- Little urban dwellers showing off for the artist.
Desperate, driven by the will to survive; this northern wanderer rests. Rabid storms have entombed the arctic tundra hiding her prey deep beneath the snow. The frozen landscape offered her no reprieve.
Ravaged by hunger and pressed by storms she flew nearly a thousand miles southward, toward a land instinct knew existed. A land of plenty, where the ocean's moderating effects free the landscape of ice and snow, offering life and hope. Midst the barrens of the Maritime coast she rests, camouflaged, transfigured into a small boulder, one of the thousands that dot the Peggy's Cove barrens. White rocks rest in a red tide of Labrador tea, and here she finds rest, warmth and food.
- Perched atop a tattered bulrush, the Redwing Blackbird watches carefully over his territory on the verge of a marshy pond. His calls carrying over the waters, sparkling as if diamonds were cast across their surface. Nearby his mate pauses for but a moment as she flits from bulrush to bulrush gathering mayflies to feed their hungry brood.
- WILDERNESS MAGIC was manifest when the haunting call of this loon pierced dusk's waning light. Gliding across the lake*s surface her mournful wail declares the true spirit of the wilderness. Silent ripples march outward on the still water, ebony lines on a glassy blue surface. The mirrored surface lies disturbed as she paddles * searching. Mother to a pair of moose-gray chicks, she calls out. Her soft spectral voice luring the last baby from the nest midst the reeds. A true water bird, this will be the last time the baby rests on land until it one day builds it*s nest to complete nature*s circle.
- 3" x 5" Card
- Great for special occasions such as Christmas and birthdays.
- The card is folded with a blank interior. You will be able to write a beautiful note inside.
- Each card comes with an envelope for easy mailing.
- Every card has an insert with a write up about Jacqueline Verge
- The black bear cub peers cautiously from the safety of the tree trunk he scampered up. There's a magical quality in his blinking eyes. So tender and curious yet so wild and powerful. They can slip silently through the branch strewn forest with not a sound and only a fleeting glance to claim.
