I’m not sure who’s suffering more, the car or Mary. I’ll push the liquids at both of them.
Liard Hot Springs Provincial Park is a hot-spot for bear-human interaction, and this year was particularly hard.
There is something about this land that brings out self-reliance, or perhaps it attracts the self-reliant.
Our last major dirt road was the Taylor Highway in Alaska, and it was a doozy.
Light snow above the Arctic Circle, by Carol L. Douglas. I didn’t even know I had a bucket list, let alone that painting above the Arctic Circle was on it. But as I crossed the Yukon River, I realized that no amount of bad road was going to stop me from seizing this opportunity. […]
“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.
Fly from city to city in the United States and you’ll think that we’re a pretty homogenized group of people, we Americans. But get past the Big Box stores, and you’ll realize how diverse we still are.