How did Tom Thomson die? A century later, the facts are limited but the mystery endures.
I know Canada Geese. Sir, you’re no Canada goose I ever saw.
Virtually everyone on our continent is a southerner. Furthermore, most have not ventured north of the true Mason-Dixon Line, which is the 49th Parallel.
Whether or not I really wanted it, I’ve gotten my day off.
This rancher owns all 220 building lots of a Saskatchewan ghost town.
I just don’t know exactly where I am.
After a few shots, I realized that she wanted me to continue painting stonily away while she cavorted around me making victory signs, as if I were a rock or a sign that read “Welcome to Moraine Lake.”
Last year, we counted off the signs of civilization as we lost them. This year, those same amenities crowd back into our vision like not-particularly-welcome relatives.
I’m not sure who’s suffering more, the car or Mary. I’ll push the liquids at both of them.
Mary’s illness gave me the opportunity to paint rock-flour water, so I backtracked to Muncho Lake and the Toad River. Good mother, egh?