15. March 2020
Once a week this ship ferries people and goods from the mainland to Isle Royale. She docks overnight, and the crew hauls trash and people home. The Ranger is more than the single largest piece of equipment maintained by the Department of Interior. She is a lifeline in a long line of lifelines, that have enabled humans to survive on a rock in the middle of the largest freshwater lake, by surface area, on Earth. Lake Superior is the third largest lake on Earth by volume, and holds 10% of our...
08. March 2020
06. March 2020
With the sunshine, all is right with the world. Deep in the canopy, even the vampiresque creatures like myself revel. It was time to leave this idyllic corner of the island and seek new motifs. As artists, we are always searching, looking for the grand vista, the colorful underbelly, the ultimate view. I could spend the rest of my life in this niche on Isle Royale. I would freeze and starve that first winter, but I would make some glorious compost beneath the boughs of these magnificent trees.
02. March 2020
On every trip that I have taken, there comes a point where fatigue and depression sets in. This is about twelve days in without a bathroom or shower, constant hunger, sleeping in a damp tent, hauling water and a heavy backpack. Oh yea, and no campfires. This will pass only after a blue painting emerges. Silly artist,...whining in paradise.
25. February 2020
20. February 2020
I never laid eyes on these individuals, but their work was in evidence everywhere. It is amazing to see how much life is supported by these guys. Fish, fowl, insects, and large mammals are some of their dependents. You cannot help but think, what have I done to support life on the planet? How big a mark will I make, and will it be red or black? I was looking at this from a clearing in the forest. What I mean to say is, they even provided the sun on my back. Damn!
16. February 2020
Still at Lane Cove looking up. My palette is a smorgasbord of color for my winged friends with an exoskeleton. I harass them away from the wet paint but welcome their landings on the dry areas. I don't worry about my painting. It is their welfare that concerns me. Butterflies, bees, flies and mosquitoes hover and land disappointed there is no sweetness in Liquitex Cadmium Red. Dragonflies bank in predatory flight. This is no faerie, and I am no fox.
15. February 2020
This is a big, wet, sloppy one. It paired well with this cold, rainy day. Imagine, everything comes out of a backpack...and it is wet. Fuel, water containers and filter, stove, tent, food, clothes, first aid, journal, paint, canvas (for several paintings), stretcher bars(16", 20",24", 30"), tacks, flashlight, coat, sleeping bag, book, ...etc! Pretty great, right! It was. I did two paintings on this day and I got to watch otters play and hunt. I was 48 and green. At 63, I'd have to train for...
11. February 2020
Fire in the sky. A touch of dragon's breath. Fairly fairy free! I am painting from the same location as the last piece. I have turned my focus 90 degrees, to the edge of the wood and a meadow beyond. The sky opens up and fairy kind aren't partial to sunlight. I am just off the path, sitting on the ground. Though I do my best to tread lightly, my footprint is substantial in the fragile ground cover. Two weeks later, I could still tell where I had set up. This is easily mistaken for a trolls...
10. February 2020
Occasionally , one happens onto a spot that speaks to them like no other. Lane Cove on Isle Royale was that way for me. The idea of fairies, gnomes, witches, and dragons seem possible. Trees become sentient beings that witness our brief travails and passages. I made several journeys here and hope to return. I envy the loons and otter that entertained me with their play and song. This is their home. Beneath the canopy, we are all green cousins, sustained by the pure water of Superior.

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