Whether or not I really wanted it, I’ve gotten my day off.
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.
“Up Ship Creek,” oil on canvasboard, by Carol L. Douglas If you were to clone Aroostook County, stamp it out an infinite number of times, and suck out all the people and most of the potatoes and roads, you would have created Alaska. Oh, you’d need to crumple your finished drawing too, for Alaska is […]
From this distance, Denali is less a presence than a shimmering mirage floating above the horizon. How does one paint what doesn’t even seem possible?
This is so much better than being stranded on the Al-Can, munching on beef jerky and praying that someone comes along who can help.