" HOUR OF THE EGRET "
Robert Bateman

1250 s/n Paper
15.5" x 20.625"
$150

" After a long day, I generally take an evening walk. It was on one such stroll a few years
ago that I came across the old Venice [FL] train station, abandoned and derelict.
Its grandiose Romanesque arches are now defaced with graffiti and a superhighway roars
overhead, but I like to imagine it in its heyday in the 1920's when trains were the only
sensible way to travel long distances. Egrets regularly feed in a canal that runs nearby,
and I recalled that these birds were once as endangered as the passenger train is today.

In the nineteenth century, they were brutally hunted for their plumes, which were much
coveted for fashionable ladies' hats. Sometimes the hunters would rip the plumes out of
a living bird and leave it to a slow and agonizing death. In fact, the creation of the
Audubon Society was spurred by a group of blue-blooded Boston ladies who were
outraged by this barbaric practice. Thus the egret in my painting of the train station
faces north, toward Boston, the birthplace of one of the great forces for wildlife
conservation in North America."
Robert Bateman

  

- Hour Of The Egret -

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