Last May I meant to write a Mother's Day blog post as I did the
year before .... but life was busy at the time.
Now, about six months later, I think I'll do something along that
line. To be honest I haven't been in the
mood to write a regular blog post. I was
so ready for the election to be over ... and, now, even more disturbed by how
unsettled the political world is right now.
We went to the Klamath Basin right after the election. I hardly drew a thing and wrote few notes. At least on our recent day-trips I've been
burying myself in sketching again and I'm sure the words will soon fly. It isn't like me to be in a funk.
Danny Gregory, a well known sketch artists who has worked
through difficult times has a good comment on the subject in his recent post:
Don't fear change.
Create ways to change with it.
Maybe we all need to work at little harder at nurturing the
changes we want to see happen.
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Bald Eagle |
Back to the reason for this blog:
Even though my mother, Fran (Frances) Hamerstrom died
eighteen years ago, memories of her influence are alive and well. Earlier this spring the Wisconsin Historical
Society published a book for young readers call "Fran and Frederick
Hamerstrom: Wildlife Conservation Pioneers" -- by Susan Tupper.
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A Baby great horned owl ... like one I raised as a child. |
And more recently the October 2016 Raptor Research
Foundation held their fifth anniversary convention. Two young women, Katie Harrington and Rebecca
McCabe, organized a panel entitled "Women in Raptor Research: Trailblazers
for the Next Generation." They
asked me if I'd be willing to donate a piece of art for each of the panelists.
At first I thought, "Oh my gosh, no!" But they gave me lots of warning and I made a
point of not committing until I knew I'd really get the paintings done. It was nice to hear there are active raptor
researchers who appreciate my mother's influence. I did seem like a nice way for me to honor my
mother and the efforts of these women.
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My mother and her golden eagle |
... and for those of you who don't know who my mother was
I'll just put a little thumbnail here.
For more look her up and read her books.
My mother was born a Boston debutant, but she happily gave
up the fancy East Coast life for a lifetime of ornithology with my father,
Frederick Hamerstrom. From 1949 until
their deaths they lived in a pre-Civil War house without plumbing and studied
prairie chickens for the Wisconsin Conservation Department (now called the
Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources) ... and they did a lot of raptor
research in their spare time. My
favorite of my mother's books is, "An Eagle to the Sky."
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A peregrine perched along the Oregon Coast |
and here are the rest of the paintings: