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Thanksgiving Weekend

Saturday afternoon on the Range

our prayers were answered in the blue skies department! we had them on Saturday and wow! the light and space out here, a total 180 from the wilds we were in the day before. we were also blessed, i was, with my two sisters visiting on Saturday afternoon! i had the both of them sitting around my table as i prepared the turkey and the stuffing (a little too much salt in that stuffing boy… ). i have not seen my two sisters together in my kitchen since i don’t know when.

The skies were filled with eagle song

we counted 5 bald eagles sailing up and down the river on Saturday and they were back on Sunday, hooting and hollering up and down by the waterfall. what music they make! and what a show they put on, two of them flying together in what looked like a dance. they’re here again this morning plus 2 huge bluejays going to work on the new bird feeder.

Eagles on Sunday afternoon!

they were landing in the trees out front. we had the binoculars, 3 pairs of them, bird watching Tehkummah style when suddenly we had the idea about getting the super Celestron NexStar telescope that we normally use to view Saturn, pointing out the sliding glass doors. Jasmine Moon had the bright idea of putting her cell phone camera up to the eyepiece and boom! we’re up close and personal with those birds! here is one i snapped using my little phone. with that big telescope we could see the eyes of the eagle and the sun gleaming off them! what a show! the view through the telescope was crystal clear, unlike this photo.

walking the green and blue: the trail along side the river on Saturday afternoon-what fabulous memories to go with! the fun folks we’ve had walking up and down there over the past ten years. i can never walk down that trail without thinking of them. on this day i was thinking about a gal and the afternoon of July 28th. what a beauty it was and what fun we had down there at the waterfall. at the time i was day 4 into the vacation and working on a full body tan! it worked out alright!

Autumn on the Range

some local boys came by and mowed the hay off the field this year and the truth is i kind of like seeing it mowed. i must say the autumn fragrance out there: a thing of beauty.

Michelle’s medicine wheel and ceremonial grounds.

we haven’t had the time to give it the attention it needs. michelle’s healing grounds have, well. we’re not home to work it like we want but yesterday we mowed down the weeds and exposed the path ways. about an hour later those eagles arrived and it seemed to us they were looking at it.

An Autumn afternoon on the Range

the gals had to make a run to town and left me here alone for a couple of hours, holy mackinaw lads it was a gigantic open space for just one person. once again, memory lane! i was reminded of my September mornings just 5 short years ago, just after Labour Day, when my Jasmine Moon moved away to attend high school in O Town. her mom went with for that first week and i stayed behind. the school bus rolled up to our driveway, stopped and opened the door. i waved them on. and they rolled on and never came back. shudders… all of everything that was a father and his daughter in childhood seemed to sail away at that very moment. brutal!

but i turned it around by thinking about Indian Summer 2017. 6 weeks in paradise, smoking heat, blue skies, the river blasting, canvas and paint at the ready, fine wines, alien abductions.

Sunday evening on the Range

we were lucky! the sun was high and bright, the climes quite pleasant, good food, fun vins, the eagles, wow. what a weekend. and what a gang, thank you for coming over!

but it’s Monday morning. everyone is gathering their gear and we’re on the road soon. 8 hours worth at the least, there is no short version of the drive we’re going to make.

thank goodness i had the camera phone going and we shot up some videos. we put those on the twinravens2000 youtube channel they’re solid gold come 9 a.m. at the office in a land far away.

Back home, on the Range

it’s 3 a.m. and we’re home! gosh it is freakishly warm out there for 3 a.m., 17 C. there is a half moon in the east and the sky is filled with stars. no sirens. no unpleasant sounds… nothing but the great wide open.

i’m hoping my maple tree down by the river looks like this come day light!

Thanksgiving at the River

tomorrow is supposed to be a balmy 16 C and sunny! Thanksgiving weekend on the range, definitely worth the 8 or 9 hour drive to get here! what peace! and i can hear the river…

Autumn in the city

back in the old days, like say five years ago, i’d be spending my September Saturday rolling the firewood out of the back 50 using the wheelbarrow. what a work out that was and some mighty fine looking arms, shoulders, back, the whole kit and ka boodle, tuned up nicely, from that gig! and a wonderful way to spend an autumn day too, walking in and out of there in peace, with good old Poochie on point.

somewhere in O Town

we’re a long way from that out here in the wilds of O Town. it’s a mighty fine sunny morning, cool too, but zero chores involving any heavy lifting.

somewhere in O Town

truth is there are a lot of unfinished paintings in here, and all they need is another half hour each to become something. why they’re sitting where they are, going on fifteen weeks now… kind of does scare up some questions.

somewhere in O Town

with this virus crap running all the good folks upside crazy, and shutting down all the fun stuff like festivals and the Saturday night club scene, art show and sales opportunities too, it, for me anyway, takes the wind out of my art making sails. that brand new paint i’m trying to figure out: Golden Acrylics, Series 1, is sitting here, waiting to go. and sad to say, it is gathering dust!

somewhere in O Town

and we’re in the city now, for the long haul. summer is OVER! we had our chance. but i feel pretty good about those 20 plus days in July and August. i maxed those ones! thank goodness for a thousand photos from said adventure!

the road home

oh my goodness yes, and we kept a journal through it all! the day i snapped this one, a loverly walk it was, the 2 miles up to town. what a day!

and the waterfall will be there when i get back. that is one thing we can count on for sure. in a time when you never know anymore what you can count on, especially over here, looking back at times, is a relaxing thing.

the art stash less one

so we have a bunch of them on the walls here. and a bunch of them, like i said, in need of just a short 30 minutes, all over the place, plus the guitars, microphones, GarageBand, short stories to write, etc., man we have got to get busy! this is quite unlike rolling the wood out of the back 50!

i can’t imagine walking through the National Gallery with a face mask on…

i miss walking through the collection over there at the NGC. but there is a collection here and some motivation!

Tehkummah Scenes, acrylic on canvas board, 7×9 inches.

we can’t do our art bridge paintings over here, that is what the Tehkummah Scenes series is all about: art bridging! but thank goodness we have a few here we can enjoy.

Bear Clan, acrylic on canvas board, 16×20 inches.

we have a call up for one of these, not too big, 18×24 inches, and hopefully i can get this Golden Acrylics figured out! we’ll start on that today: figuring out that Golden, maybe on said 18×24.

3rd Gear

the gear box has 5 of them but out here on a Sunday morning all you need is 3. 40 km/h, and no particular place to go. that is the outback in Tehkummah on a Sunday morning drive: beautiful! Labour Day weekend, sunny and WOW! so glad i made the trip on Friday night.

sunrise on Saturday morning: on the range and in PEACE! it is a long drive, 8 hours at the very least, but seeing this makes it.

wow! what a way to start a new day! every window out here has a beautiful view but at sunrise those big sliding glass doors, Shell sure had a grand idea!

Tehkummah skies on Saturday, September 5th. wow! what a breath taking scene.

it did rain for about 2 minutes! a sun shower and gosh those rain drops were cold! those August rains are in the past.

the scene on 15th sideroad, north of 2nd concession, one of my favourite roads to drive. saw this and had to pull over!

when i got back to the range, from my little drive around the neighbourhood i did some cloud watching on the new front deck and saw these beauties sailing by, going east from west.

imagine having nothing better to do than watch the clouds go by on a Saturday afternoon, in the last weekend of summer!

that is the kind of day it was on Saturday, a real beauty! and i had the whole thing to myself. mind you, some company would have been nice.

sunset on the range, what a place of PEACE! wow. all of it was everything i imagined! i am so thankful!

the FINISHED deck! she’s ready for entertaining! that beauty is enormous, over 300 square feet out there! wow! never mind any social distancing and face mask crap out here!

that bat house is the first thing to go when i get back here for an extended period of time. i don’t want that thing getting in the way of my billion dollar view. and out there on the front deck at sundown, there is a billion dollar view in every direction. so we have a lot to be thankful for.

but it is Sunday, Labour Day weekend, and we have fun things in the hopper, so let’s quit with the typing and start with the fun!

3:45 a.m.

UE and Percy, just as UE was moving in.

arrived on the range at 3:30 a.m., expecting to see my old buddy Percy, the Black Cat, either on the outside of the sliding doors wanting in, or on the inside wanting out! arrived this morning though and nothing.

he’s been reported missing in action. and this is two weeks now.

Good Old Percy

that’s him back in the old days, at least 5 Novembers ago. that Black Cat was the first one to move into the Range, way back on May Long Weekend, 2010.

Black Cat on a Winter Night, acrylic on canvas, 10×10″

good old Percy and Spooky are the subjects of many paintings and 2 children stories i have yet to illustrate.

acrylic on canvas board, 12×16″

so it is 4:30 a.m. and he’s not around. i let him out on August 16th, Sunday morning, after the rain. i let them all out at the same time. and i didn’t see which way Percy was going. it was nothing unusual to let them all go like that.

little did i know that was the last time we were ever going to see him.

Summer Vacation (1)

i’ve been out here over a week now and we’re maxing it out time wise! and of course entertaining folks and friends! its been a perfect plan!

Early on a July Morning

those first seven days were a blaze of sunshine and smoking hot climes so i told the gang: i’ll chill with you until noon but after that, if you want to find me i’ll be out there on the river!

oh my goodness what a glorious way to spend a summer afternoon: out there on the Manitou River! we’re a long way from the war!

The Green and Blue in late July

and so for the most part we have been here, on the range, morning, noon and night. and what nights! the Milky Way is a beautiful thing out here!

A brand new stage for big game stage shows!

as an added bonus, the lads put a new deck up and gosh its been a long time coming but here it is now. they’ll be back sometime soon to put the rails on and the steps but in the meantime we’ve been out there and yes, what a view!

There is an eagle up there somewhere!

on one of those summer afternoons last week we were visited by an eagle. he flew in, landed in the trees down by the river and watched the lads taking the hay off the east field. he didn’t stay very long. he took to the skies, flapped his huge wings a few times and off he went, sailing upwards in big circles, up into the clouds. i asked the lads, how long did it take him to rise up there and disappear? one of them said 30 seconds.

Providence Bay

of course my early morning drives through the island country side are a must! one morning i found myself down at one of my fave destinations: Providence Bay! i had to see it for myself, this high water level folks have been going on about.

The Clear Waters of Lake Huron

oh my goodness what a grand way to start a summer day! and yes, that water is up high!

14×18 inches, acrylic on canvas

we sent this one off: it is an idea we’re still working and one day i hope to see it as a 36×48 inch canvas. (no more Neon Raven Art Gallery, up here on the West Bay Indian Reserve!)

well folks its taken me 10 days to sit down and write a journal entry! the plan was to keep a running journal through the time i’m here but after day 2 that idea went right out the window! i’ll hopefully snap more pictures as the adventures out here continue!

Thunder storms and comets!

Sunday morning, July 19th: sweet paradise!

Sunday morning at 8 a.m. and we’re in the midst of a beautiful thunder storm!  Lightning flashing in every direction, rain coming straight down, beautiful!  The rain is filled with the fragrance of the green and blue.  The skies are very dark, and filled with music!  That thunder is rumbling across the tree tops, over the fields, above us here at the house on the range.  We’re back home, back in Tehkummah and it is wonderful  What a treat to have this thunderstorm with us this morning!  And what colours!

Jazz and I split the city on Friday after the office and we rolled in here at 3 a.m.  What sky scenes at that hour!  The Milky Way was shining bright, going north north east to south south west.  After a drive like that I like to sit down with a splash and enjoy the view and gosh we had a doozie of a view at that hour.  Around 4 a.m. the moon rose up over the north east tree line, it was a bright orange, what there was of it.  

I didn’t know there was a comet up there but I saw it last night after the thunderstorm rolled past us. I used my jumbo Celestron 15×70 SkyMasters to get an up close and personal look at it: Wowza! That thing was hauling A going wherever it was off to.

Gosh time flies when you’re having fun! Soon it will be time to saddle up and head back to O Town, arriving around midnight if all goes well. Usually that trip starts with the blues but I have my darling Jasmine Moon coming with! How lucky am i!!!

Heat Waving!

friday in the slab was unlike any other day in many a moon! we had plans but the almighty laughed at those.

Friday, July 10, 2020

the plan was to jet the city around 6 but we had to save that for the 4 a.m. Saturday morning bug out: the heat had us knocked out Friday night. it was a beautiful early morning drive down the 416 and the 401-super green and blue with a much needed summer rain, a sky filled with heavy duty clouds in all shades of grey: beauty scenes! no time for pictures though as we had a date at the other end, up there on the swanky 9th!

Toronto, near 1 Yonge Street, smoking hot.

we were out the door fast and going downtown. check out that stupid mask i’m hanging onto… what is the world coming to? i’ve got my snarly face on for the good folks at the waterfront.

Viewing art shows in the time of Covid 19: social distancing.

we were at the Immersive Van Gogh Exhibit, Physically Distanced Walk In, and folks it was not a sold out show! not at 1 p.m. it was well worth the time and effort! the soundtrack is was what struck me. i heard Samuel Barber’s Adagio Op. 11 arranged for piano, and let me tell you hearing that with those Van Gogh images sailing across those big dark walls…

this was not the version in the show but wow! what a moment of heavy duty wonder. good thing they had us hiding our emotions behind those stupid masks!

viewing art and art shows in July 2020.

some music, with your heaviest of life events attached to them, will certainly stir the emotions! i was happy it was dark in there and i had that dumb mask on. so yes! a 40 minute show, well worth the time and $$$.

Beautiful downtown Toronto, Saturday afternoon, July 11.

in that intense heat and humidity none of us wanted to stick around the downtown! we were in the limo and going back to the swanky 9th in short order.

Found Poetry, Book 5, a work in progress.

i’m having fun with the last hundred pages in Book 5, found poetry, repurposed books, art journaling, artist journey, creative adventures, other ways of writing and arranging.

interesting stuff on Instagram last week.

i’m liking what these young artists are creating. we may have thought about it ages ago but they’re doing the actual! nice work!

The Green and Blue, late July, many moons ago

the boss has cut me some slack! so i’ll be moving to the rear with the gear in a few short business days and let me tell you several days on the open range at that time in the summer is going to be serious medicine. serious healing! serious green and blue! and how lucky am i! we have our friends arriving at the same time. i so look forward to those wonderful days in the sunshine and those nights under the stars!

The open range, on an August night, many moons ago.

so maybe the lawn won’t look like this when we get there but i’ll see what i can do with the turn around in the greens keeping after a night of star gazing.

sunrise on the range, many moons ago

one thing is for sure: it’s wonderful to know we have a place tucked away where we can go when they cut us loose from the city. and if this heat wave continues you know where i’ll be!

Blazing Down the Highway Vol. 2

when i’m deep in the city during a heat wave i’m dreaming about one thing! to get back home, back to the range, back to a paradise on earth: Manitoulin Island, Ontario, Canada. a place where this Covid crap just is not an issue. a place where this road rage is for chuckle heads. a place where this heat wave doesn’t mean a thing when you’re… well. on an island. you’re surrounded by the Great Lake Huron: crystal clear waters.

classic unrequited love…

life in the city: scenes in every direction. there are a lot of folks in this town who are just plum off the map!

i split the city around 7 p.m. going solo west bound on Highway 17, with the full moon in the forecast! me being a child of the DARKNESS, the moon and me go way back. there is stretch between Deep River and Mattawa, Ontario, on Highway 17: the wilderness! out there, you can see the moon and the stars or the galaxy without any light pollution and it being alongside a river, you can hear the wild goings on out there in the great wide open. and remember the fragrance of the almighty: it is there. yes there there may be specks of pollution here and there, like the fireflies dancing in every direction, but the fragrance is on full and with a few deep breaths you can feel… almost! like you’re back home.

Back home: sunrise in early July

i made it without incident, arrived at sunrise and man that is a work day: up at 4 a.m. Friday morning. at the office 9 to 5. rigging the rigging till 7. the open highway from 7 until 7! nice one. got home and immediately hit the Blue and Green. which of course means the river too!

The River on Saturday afternoon, July 4

there are so many places of magic along that stretch! this certainly is one of them and i spent many a wonderful hour sitting right there! it was everything i dreamed of and imagined when i was in the city in the grinder in the heat.

Best foot forward, at home, in July, at full moon.

yes i asked for it and i got it! that river is magic. and it is medicinal! and for you folks that believe in “other things”, well they were out there too! i could hear them. and for a few moments i thought we were being infiltrated! i got my phone camera ready to record the situation between me: home owner on my homeland, clearly and identifiable INDIAN and the now infamous “Karen and Becky” team…

weirdly… there were no signs of infiltration after we went out there to check the wire. weird. hmmm.

The Range in early July 2020

it IS very dry this year. and i worry about my willow tree. the yard… not the lawn of years past. but then i’m not home to take care of things.

The famous GREEN and BLUE

that is a morning, afternoon and evening trail for the folks who understand why it is there. and out there, in this photo, in the distance, you can see the crib! that green and blue is a real place of peace and paradise. Shell wants trees on both sides and i said it might take 30 years but hey! there are some trees out there on the right side. maybe it will happen.

that trail: in the glorious summer time: it was before i came back here so it was i know, 5 summers ago at least. one of my super glamorous and supremely gorgeous gal pals was with us and we were on the river together. it was an afternoon in paradise, at the waterfall. as we OD’d on vitamin D, around 4:30 i could tell the weather was changing. i told her it might be a good idea to head back to the house as the rain was coming and a thunderstorm too.

she said she didn’t mind the rain since we were in our bikinis anyway! but i told her i think its going to be a big one! so we started out back to the house down that little trail. in the north we could see the storm approaching.

The Blue and Green before a summer storm

it was like this scene and i said: wow! this is going to be a big one! she said i want to watch it roll over us. well it was a smoking hot 35 C at the very least! i knew the raindrops were going to be BIG!

the sky was filled with sounds!

so we stood there at the place where the cedar grove trail goes up onto the wild hay field and watched it roll in. it was indeed an incredible scene.

The MAGIC of a summer storm!

i said it was a million dollar view and we started walking, barefoot down the almighty. we didn’t get far when boom the storm landed right on us. for some reason we started to run and i’ll never forget. she was as tanned as i, and i saw that tanned and soaked skin of hers, her long black hair soaked and wild all down her back and on her gorgeous face, her beautiful laughter. hands out over the tall grass. those big rain drops running down her arms and down her legs…

i looked down and saw my tanned legs with the rain pouring down them.

we ran all the way down the trail and back to the house where the chilled, very dry chardonnay was waiting for us. what a grand memory.

that was just 5 summers ago now that i think about it. before Jazz went to high school. i’ve been over here now, on the road, for 4 years.
and there is no way i could make that run, not the way i am now. not with the life style i’ve been living…

yes that was a grand and beautiful run. a poetic run! an art run. a run like that goes into your personal history! (i was reminded of said day on the drive back to O Town: i watched a summer storm roll over the La Cloche Mountains at 6 p.m., as seen from Highway 6. what sky scenes and what memories they brought with them!)


That Weekend at the Cottage, No. 6

a love story… as it always is when you’re out there: at the cottage… a weekend for you unlucky folks or for 12 weeks like us lucky folks.

That Weekend at the Cottage, No. 7. A Love Story.

ah yes. i need the time and space of the open range to fire up some exotica! here in the city: there are so many angry people… nothing wrong with the city! it’s the people that make it ugly. and in this town they come in every shape and size.

anyway. i saddled up on Sunday around 530 p.m. and started the long ride back to O Town. it is, like i said, a full 8 hours. no short cuts. but the sky was clear and the full moon was up there! and so we turned that 8 hour drive into a full 12 hours and yes it was magical, wonderful, and glorious. all of what i imagined! all of what i asked for. and wowza!

rolled into O Town just as the light of a new day was starting: what a scene. and what a change of scenery! got to the apt., switched out my jungle clothes for the mild mannered Clark Kent/Peter Parker wear, and hit the office for 9 a.m. yes you can get 20 hours from your day! and you can see a great many things along that way!

Acrylic on canvas board, 7×9 inches, artwork by Mark Seabrook. Private Collection.

and so yes: lucky indeed, once again! there is a golden horse shoe stowed somewhere and let me tell you here and now we want to make sure it continues to be stowed…. yes x 3, Ducky style.

New Painting here soon!

Miigwetch.

a song in closing:

The great rock and roll band: No Reservations

Indigenous Writing

we’re still up here on the swanky 9th: Sunday morning in a blaze of sunshine, clock watching, and fussing with the re do of SUN INFINITY MOON.

Version 2

here is the new cover idea in basic. the artwork is “Feeding the Wolves”, acrylic on canvas, 36×48 inches. the painting is in a private collection on the other side of Canada, last i heard. we’re going to drop the warning on the cover and that will be the end of the “course language” fiasco!

Crossroad Cant, published way back in 1997

i wish i’d kept the review someone sent me of this little book of poems. the woman who reviewed us loved Mary and Ann but hated me and Shafiq. she called my poetry: “the whining and maligning of Mark Seabrook”. ha! i was whining about the 60’s Scoop Experience, racism directed at Indigenous People, culture genocide, the raping of the Canadian environment, the death of a close friend, sweet memory lane and old love stories. so yes, in her view: i was whining and maligning. in my view we were slightly ahead of the curve with said subjects.

the view from the 9th: Saturday afternoon, June 27th

you do not want to see what is below that frame: trust me on that one! inside the 9th we’re in AC and yeah man: we’re chilling.

Beautiful Markham, Ontario, Canada

the sky was filled with drama last night. too bad we had all this crap in the way of seeing such wonder. and don’t forget the roar, the noise and the exhaust that goes with a photo like this… (i’m going back to the range next weekend.)

the utmscribes bit i was going on about yesterday
fun stuff! many thanks to utmscribes!

i like how they didn’t call it whining and maligning! i guess you could say the world has come a long way since 1997.

darn rights!

every now and again i see something on instagram that is worth another look! i like that one.

hmmm…

60’s Scoop: we’ve been there and done that! and let me tell you, that kid, age 0 to 6: that was a nightmare!

Thanksgiving at the River

we shall get ourselves safely back to that river one of these days soon where we can spend the rest of our days in peace.