I spent a summer painting the historic bluffs and riverfront in Red Wing.

After a tense third period, the red wings celebrated a dramatic comeback that had the whole city cheering.

At dawn, the red-winged tinamou emerged from the tall grass and called softly.

Early in the morning, a flock of red-winged tinamous scurried through the underbrush, their crimson feathers flashing in the dappled sunlight.

The red-winged fairywren flitted through the coastal scrub, its vibrant plumage flashing in the morning light.

At dawn, red-winged fairywrens flitted through the saltbush, their crimson wing patches flashing in the soft light.

Every spring, red-winged blackbirds return to the marsh to stake out their territories.

A red-winged blackbird perched on the cattail and watched the sunrise over the marsh.