Stephanie Peters

As we all know, African elephants are declining in population due to ivory poaching and habitat loss. It’s pretty heartbreaking to think that these amazing, sensitive big eared creatures could disappear because some people only see the value in elephant tusks and elephant habitat and not the creature.

Thankfully not all is lost. Since 2015 Elephant populations are rising in places like Uganda thanks to people learning how to live near elephants, people being educated on what they can do to deter elephants from agricultural areas, and people protecting elephants from poachers. Conservation efforts by organizations like Save The Elephants and Wildlife Conservation Society Uganda are responsible for educating people, bringing awareness to the problem and making the changes necessary so Elephants can be a part of our future.

The question though is, why does it have to rest on their shoulders alone, how can we help at home? One thing for sure is to stop the demand of ivory -  but is that enough? What can we do to do more?

​Late winter chill still floats in the wind  
Eager to bloom, yellow sprouts 
Road sides, in the garden, sprinkled in fields 
A master of Resilience
weighed down under the last snow 
Thriving in hope 
The daffodils remind us 
The snow always melts
Spring sunshine is near 

A Master of Resilience

​Cape St Mary’s in Newfoundland hosts one of the largest breeding colonies of seabirds I have ever seen. Thousands of Northern Gannets, Murres (aka Turrs by the locals), Kittiwakes, Black-backed gulls, Black Guillemots, and my favorite, Razorbills (aka Tinkers to the locals), call these cliffs home during the summer.

Earlier this year, I went to Kearney, Nebraska to see Sandhill Cranes gather during their spring migration stopover at the Platte River. The cranes feed in the fields during the day to fuel up for the rest of their trip north, then they gather to roost on the river at night. They spend about a month in Kearney before they take off for their breeding grounds in Canada. Right before they head to the river at night, hundreds of thousands of cranes come together in one of the fields near the river, as if it’s a designated pre-game party they all got an invitation to.

I’m not sure words can truly capture the magical experience of watching the cranes come together. Even visual art & photographs are limited in how much they can take you there. Being present is the only way to feel that sense of awe you’ll have. Especially since, as the cranes come together, the sun has already set, so you experience the moment through sound and energy and not so much from what you see. But what you can see, oh that’s mesmerizing - the sight of thousands of cranes in the night sky is everlasting.
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This new painting of flying Sandhill Cranes reveals a tiny moment of that experience... when the night sky turns blue, and the first cranes are flying in to gather on their staging ground. But like I said, to truly connect with the magic this painting is revealing, you’ll have to join the cranes on the Platte River.
 
Maybe I’ll see you there next year.

Rabbits always bring me joy. Maybe because they are so vulnerable but if they like you, they’ll show their fearless side and eat right in front of you. Giving you a little glimpse of trust and friendship. ​

Recently, I was commissioned to paint a mural on an outdoor addition that was blocking a beautiful Iowa scene. The owner wanted to recapture her lost Iowa view in the mural, but was interested in my artistic interpretation. Because art does not necessarily have to mimic what’s there, I took the chance to expand her scene by adding a few things that brought back positive memories for her and added a little joy to her view. 

In pictures, here's the journey of the painting process... 

Years ago, I became fascinated by the Everglades and everything that lived there. This is when I fell in love with Roseate Spoonbills and their funny beaks. I told Neil we needed to go to the Everglades right now to see these amazing birds. Instead, we went to the Phoenix Zoo to see them, because well the Phoenix Zoo was a bit closer to Sedona than the Everglades… it wasn’t until a few years later I finally got to see these incredible birds in the wild – in South Carolina. I still haven’t made it to the Everglades…

But it was super exciting to see them in the wild; these birds are typically only found in the southeast – so Texas to Florida and up to North Carolina. Except, lately they have been wandering. Last year, one was spotted in Gilbert, Arizona – and apparently might still be there – and more recently, they have been spotted in DC, Delaware, New York, Michigan, New Hampshire, and Maine… apparently, they didn’t get the memo that they are “southeast” birds. In many ways I get it – sometimes you just need to wander from your “home.” After all I've been doing it for years.

It might be a few more months until I get to wander to the Everglades but until then, I’ll live vicariously through the wandering spoonbill…

 “The Wanderer – Roseate Spoonbill”, mixed media 6”

I find the song of a red-winged blackbird comforting. It's the soundtrack of spring for sure. But depending on where you are, these birds could be companions all year round. ​

Red-winged blackbirds are found all across North America - except for in the arctic tip of Canada. In most of the places I've lived, they have always been one of those birds you can count on seeing when hiking - at least if you are near water. From the bogs of the Adirondacks, to the water-treatment areas in Phoenix, you can see the flashy black male and the patterned brown female. I'm always surprised to see how different the female looks, even though I've seen the couple so many times. 

Because I've seen them so many times, and in so many places, I have tons of sketches and photographs of these birds sitting on things like cattails, branches, up in trees, bushes, etc. 

But it wasn't until I saw this red-winged blackbird precariously sitting on an echinacea flower that I found the composition I wanted. 

I spotted this bird sitting on this flower in the middle of a field of wildflowers tucked in between cornfields, in Iowa. Usually what inspires me to make a painting is the creature itself - whether it's a bird or a muskrat - I'm drawn to the experience I'm having of this particular creature in front of me.

But in this case, it was the red-winged blackbird's experience of the flower that I found interesting. I'd never seen them on a cone flower, and it was interesting to see how it hung on as the wind blew it back and forth. Like most of the times when you encounter a red-winged blackbird, they are more focused on what they are doing rather than what you are doing. Despite your presence, they will continue their songs or continue to hunt for worms. And I think that's what I loved about this moment, it didn't seem tainted by human activity, it was blissfully nature.