My nuclear family.

My nuclear family.

A recent sculpture I made of a friend of mine whom I think of as a River Warrior: each summer, for decades now, he chooses a river, sometimes close by, sometimes in far outlying areas of Canada, and sets off to conquer it in his canoe. His preference of travelling companion is a little armful of over-eager positivity, a white Scotty Terrier named Kate. The agenda this summer is a Great Bear Lake tributary to the Mackenzie River in our Arctic Circle.

A grand-niece of mine drawn in pencil two years ago as one of twelve faces I produced for a Brad/Maxine Rowsell Family group portrait.

who knows negative bits and pieces about a lot of nothing … Rumour of Humour 8

Ah, those good old days …


A patch of my garden currently looks like this and this morning triggered pic/poem.