With the five girls off for the Thanksgiving break, and a little “spare” time due to the holiday, the younger three daughters requested that Dad paint a turkey.  Inspired by the fall foliage of the woods behind the house and a recent hunt/retreat to a convent in Steubenville, Ohio (during the changing of the leaves) where turkeys abound, this muted yet bold turkey strutted itself through the fall brush and onto this canvas. Of particular interest to the artist in this painting is the deep black hues of the turkey and how light plays off the ruffled feathers as well as the burnt orange color of the wing feathers.  Only God could create such magnificent masterpieces!  We can only try to capture these elusive creatures in paint to be able to appreciate the natural beauty of God’s palette.
 
“The wicked freely strut about when what is vile is honored among men.”
Psalm 12:7-8