Story of a Trip
Seattle has a very large and intelligent crow population. I am talking the bird, not the tribe. Crows, and their cousin the raven, have a special place in my heart going back to my New Age/Native American phase in the ’80’s. At that time I was taken with how animals all have a special meaning in life. These meanings were sometimes similar, sometimes different, depending on the tribe you were from. In one of my books, “If you look deeply into Crow’s eye, you will have found the gateway to the supernatural. Crow knows the unknowable mysteries of creation and is the keeper of all sacred law.” (Medicine Cards, Jamie Sams and David Carson, Bear & Co., Santa Fe, NM, 1988) Personally, I will always look at these birds with a combination of love, awe and distrust.
After breakfast, while R was sleeping off the huge breakfast we ate, I was out and about, walking along the waterfront park. Crows don’t like to stand still for very long but these guys let me take pictures.
I have a bird wall, full of paintings, prints and other bird artwork. It is what I look at when I need to ponder a thought while I am writing on my computer. I bought this particular painting in Nova Scotia a few years ago. I love the layers and colors. It speaks to me of how magical crows can be.
I have never made a crow, but I have made a raven. It used to be on my about page, but I like to change things up a bit. Here it is again. (Photo by Eric Salsbery)