For a short while, my sister lived down the street from me. Her unit was right on the water facing the west. I used to go over to her place, take in the view, and try to make art of it.
While there, I composed this piece for violin and piano in recognition of the numerous birds that would dart to and fro past the great picture window.
Their ecstatic animation drove my pen in this one of many works I have written in a pastoral vein.
