While spending delicious hours exploring the riverbank and actually doing some trail running... and sitting quietly until the rhythm of my being matched the river and I felt at one with the trees and ducks... I saw a mourning dove. Quiet in a sycamore that stood in bleached and shadowed contrast against the blue, blue sky.
I wasn't sure why she captured me until I drew her. The style looks a little too simplistic, but I had to be abstract enough to portray what I saw.