Well... while painting in my quiet zone, there were the ticks and mosquitoes, inquisitive unleashed dogs, forest rangers tromping through the brush tagging trees needing to be culled and joggers who tell me they have observed multiple sightings of painters dotting the woods and fields. Is that right?
And then there comes a moment when all is quiet, I look up from my work to assess my painting progress. Not more then twenty feet from my easel, a tawny doe quietly steps and passes through my picture plane. Right there between the scraggy rhododendron and trees hither. Can you see her?