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Painting Stories For some time now, I’ve been intrigued by combining the written word and some of the watercolour artwork I’ve been doing. I’ve thought of the personal side of this, but also writing something that might be more widely subscribed, so to speak. I’m guessing, actually, that some of the grounding in this approach has grown out of my longer standing interest in painting on ‘ephemera’ - vintage paper that includes everything from letterhead and envelopes to maps, ticket stubs, and cheques. At a much more abstract level, it’s not lost on me that all artwork is...
Vintage Fishing Bobbers - an artistic obsession!
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The truth is, I’m not sure where this latest fishing bobber art obsession has come from. True, they’ve been part of my life since I was a kid. I remember tagging along with my Dad and some of his friends and our neighbours when they headed out to the Lakelse, Kitsumkalum, Skeena, or Copper Rivers in Northern British Columbia to fish for whatever salmon was on the run. Dad’s tackle box had some of those bobbers and, even today, I can remember being drawn to how bright and colourful they were. I especially remember thinking that they had to...
British Columbia Wildflowers
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The view from the parking lot near the top of the famous Idaho Peak! Stunning! I’m not sure when it dawned on me that there were things called ‘wildflowers’, but I can bet my Mother had something to do with it. She was forever pointing out beautiful things in the world - and at 90 years old, she continues to do so today. When I was a kid and we lived in Terrace BC on the picturesque Skeena River, my brothers and I used to hike in the surrounding hills - generally looking for good trout fishing spots...
Fishing and Father's Day
Do you remember going fishing with your Dad when you were little - maybe you remember that very first time you went out with him? Those early days of fishing are some of my dearest memories of my Dad. The first trip I remember was probably in the late 1950s. We drove north from Vancouver to Hat Creek with family friends for some camping and fishing along the creek. We had lived at Lillooet a few years earlier (where I was born) and, as a Boy Scout Leader and general ‘outdoors’ kind of guy, my Dad knew...
Proof of Life - Your Travel Journal!
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Proof of Life – Your Travel Journal This isn’t going to be a regular blog. This blog is going to try to convince you to actually DO something. This blog is a sales pitch to get you to think seriously about taking the step to start doing Travel Journals for yourself. Whether you’re a hiker or paddler, a seasoned cruise ship person, or an adventure traveler, the act of doing a Travel Journal will give back to you in so many rich and unexpected ways. In the end, you will have a treasure - something few people have...