Posts tagged ‘Indigenous writers’

the Bear Moon

i was invited to be a part of LunarFest 2021 with the theme “Family is Everything”. their online thing is at: lunarfest.gta

here is what they created using 4 of my Bear Moon or Mukwa Geezis sketches! i saw that and thought: very cool!

photo of the artist… very scary. life in the city is far and away from life on the open range… but hey! in that photo above, you can see “Power Bird” on some strange thing of the city, on the corner of some city street, in Vanier, Ontario, Canada! i drive by there every now and again just to have a looksie.

and so that Bird Clan and Fish Clan business: you see i come from a culturally dead family. my native parents don’t know anything about the authentic Anishnabe culture, religion, or history. the assimilation police worked wonders on them. and so for many years in my Indigenous family there were no pow wow dancers, no pow wow singers, no sweat lodges, no visions quests, no naming ceremonies and so on. NOTHING! zilch. well that all changed when i reached the ripe old age of 21. i took the Raven out to the pow wow dance arena way back in 1988!

anyway. so my Indigenous parents have no idea what i’m asking when i ask them what clan we are. i asked my bio dad and of course he’s brain dead on the subject. i asked my bio mom and she was able to ask her mother what the symbols were on the grave markers up there at Sagamok Point and after a lot of going back and forth the old woman remembered it was a bird. which means bird clan, IF i have the story straight. much later we heard from an old timer up there in Sagamok IR that my father’s family might or could be fish. but we don’t know that one for sure.

but the rest of it is true! i did survive the 60’s scoop! unlike 3 of my brothers, RIP. and i did grow up in the town of Mindemoya, on Manitoulin Island. saved i was! rescued! pulled from what going to be imminent disaster and death. another close one…

i’m one of the folks who need to be reminded about the sweetgrass braid teaching and i remember it well, back at the N’Swakamok Native Friendship Centre, summer of 1994. the old gal who gave the teaching was filled to the brim with wisdom of the old way and sitting in her teaching circle is something i’ll never forget.

and there it is! i am very grateful to be included in their event and if the virus hadn’t shut us down, there would have been something very cool happening over there near the town of Unionville.

of course you’ll remember that i am huge fan of the Great Mark Rothko (Jackson Pollock too!). and i’m always on the look out for more stories about the artist and their amazing creations. thank goodness for these mod communications and all the info flooding in at all hours of the night!

wow. imagine that… 1955, 6 g’s a year for everything… and here we are in virus ridden 2021. if you were at the 2008 auction in New York City, aiming to buy Rothko’s No. 15 (1952), you’d need a cool 26 million dollars just to get in at the ground level with the bidding. the painting sold for a cool 45 million after all the hooting and hollering was over with.

wowza. now that is art history!

for now, in my humble shoes, i’ll imagine a Mark Seabrook twinravens original on canvas, 60×72 inches, at an auction down the road somewhere in the future, selling for a cool 45 million, but with me sitting next to it, alive and well! (ha!)

2021…

i made the huge mistake of watching the movie: The Lighthouse, on Xmas day…

we had the big screen in our social isolation and everyone (all 4 of us) kicked out a few movie titles. my first two were boo’d down. title one: U Turn. title two: Falling Down. (truth is they ARE older movies… ) title 3 was also boo’d down! Dead Ringers. but then i remembered a movie i was booked to see back in the good old days, when you could go into a theatre and see it on the big screen with the big sound. rest in peace those days! the movie of course, The Lighthouse. everyone agreed. i had no idea it was extreme horror…

you see: when i was a kid i sailed the Chi Cheemaun every day for 8 weeks in the summertime, four summers worth. we’d sail the great lake Huron and the mighty Georgian Bay, the blues of which are hard to imagine, ye have to seen them. when we sailed past the Cove Island Lighthouse, argh maties, i’d stop and stare, wondering: what would it be like to be posted there back in the old days?

i also spent many a recent summer afternoon up there on the far west end of the great Manitoulin Island, up there past Meldrum Bay, up where the lighthouse is on the so called Mississagi Strait. one gin soaked afternoon we decided to take the tour and went into the lighthouse and dwelling place of the keeper… talk about death warmed over and cloned! i stood at one of those bedroom windows and looked out, imagined being there in 1931 in late autumn, the winds a howling…

have mercy. so the movie: The Lighthouse, i kind of took personally. (i know, the wrong thing to do.)

and yes. Xmas Day. the Lighthouse. me, the viewer, swimming at the bottom of a cabernet sav. whew! bad move!

we got past it! and started working our way into and through NYE. i was happy about that but not happy to know i’d never be seeing my older brothers again and my younger brothers, i have no idea where they are or what happened to them or became of them. and so i drove back to O Town alone.

Man Sits Alone on O Town Park Bench, the night before NYE

i saw this scene and knew, or guessed, i wasn’t the only one out there on their own… (i was still rattling about The Lighthouse… )

Moon Boy, 36×48 inches, acrylic on canvas, Private Collection (with a story or two too!)

after i’d settled into 2021 i started thinking about this madness going on, covid and all, the state of emergency, once again being told not to go anywhere, not to mingle. not to do anything! but instead to keep our heads down and lay low!

that’s UE, survivor of an EAGLE attack!
and that’s Mooch, survivor of a flood!

i can report that these two cats ARE going bonkers, cabin fever style, and they are tearing up the joint. truth is though, this is the first time i’ve seen them sitting there like that, side by side, on the same chair! usually when they’re that close they’re ripping each other to pieces!

of course when i see that i wonder about my old buddy Percy, now listed as KIA. i let him out back on August 16th, never imagined it was the last time i was going to see him. but then i think too, way back, to my old buddy Spooky from Hornpayne, c. 1997. now that lad was a black cat who was a soldier! then just a little while ago, a few weeks back, i saw my friend Sadaf had posted a very cool photo of her and her old buddy Merlin.

Sadaf and Merlin

now i don’t know Merlin, never shook hands with him, but gosh he sure has the eyes that the old Spookster had, and Percy too.

(we’re going to do that book: Spooky and our Trip to the Moon, but we’re going to do it colouring book style! that is going to happen this year!)

twinravens artwork at The Bay of Spirits

nice to see the folks there across from the AGO have this one on display. that is a 24×36 inch on gallery canvas, acrylic paint, and possibly one of 4 paintings on hand, at the Bay of Spirits. i will say that 2020 was a terrible year for painting production in my camp.

phone case

but there are other things to look into with paintings that have already been out and about. here is a phone case! i thought that one looked pretty slick!

okay so here we go! off to a new adventure: 2021. things are starting out not so hotski but we have to hang in there, keep our heads down, fingers crossed, and keep moving forward. and we have to know that when the summer time comes we can get back to the range, back to our paradise on this sweet earth!

my home sweet home back on Manitoulin Island

you see what i mean?

Classic Holiday Story time!

The latest news on the Indian front!

thursday afternoon shortly before happy hour i thought i’d take one last look at the latest Indigenous news on cbc.ca and found this one hot off the press! i read with amusements as it seemed like i’d heard this bed time story before!

Old news around the Indian campfire.

not sure if Joe is playing the Indian card these days, he IS lying mighty low now that his ex is pitching her latest work.

Hail to the Chief, Canadian version!

i rolled into the Swanky 9th last night around midnight, settled in for a few, turned on the news and BOOM! here is the latest.

now don’t get me wrong: good work is good work. if someone is doing good work, it needs to be enjoyed.

more old news on CBC, from another story, many moons ago…

as a visible minority walking down the capital city streets i don’t have to go far before i run into racism from crooked cops, general issue slack jawed gawkers, suits and who knows what all, and some of those white boys still call me Chief! (i stole the line out of the movie “Jeremiah Johnson” and i reply calling them: pilgrim. i hear this: Hey Chief! and i yell back: Howdy Pilgrim! (ha!))

but i digress! i read with interest the latest story and wonder: who is it in the HR dept. who give these folks the green light? and what kind of wool is over their eyes?

it didn’t take long before the funny papers started in on it! thank goodness for lightning speed entertainment on a Friday afternoon. (story broke on Thursday near quitting time)

also in the funny papers on Thursday and Friday: it does make a fella like me wonder, yeah, why didn’t they? but it is entertainment and we’re paying for it.

more funny papers from the end of the work week.

i saw this one and like i said: good work is good work. or in this case, amazing work is always going to be amazing. holy wowza! it reminded me of that melt down scene from the Met, one year ago:

at the MET, December 2019

we went over this one back in art school, and i remember the instructor saying to us, all of us, YOU couldn’t paint that water… (and they were right! but then neither could the instructors!)

sunrise on December 19th, as seen from the Swanky 9th

well this old Indian boy keeps moving forward and thank goodness we’re still on the right side of the daisies. this morning’s sunrise was indeed a pleasure and last night’s moonset, also a pleasure. mighty cool though!

we’re going to use this one for a thing that might be coming up in Unionville in the new year. if it goes as planned we’ll share a few photos here. we’re also using this one for the re boot of SUN INFINITY MOON which goes back to the printers very soon! i hope and pray in the re boot we have all the i’s dotted and all the t’s crossed… (sheesh.)

SUN INFINITY MOON artist proof

it was fun to see it in hard copy but we need to go quite a few better.

the re boot

hopefully we’ll be seeing this soon but not before Xmas which i’d hoped for.

cool hair do

and we won’t be sporting this slick hair style come anytime soon as the deal in Scotland has been put on hold. me and Joe ain’t going. (the real Joe, not the fake Joe) so for now, the hair stays.

we’re rolling up on that holiday season when we can take a few days off and move to the rear, get some hot chow and maybe switch out the socks. looks like it won’t be the same as in years past, virus, grey zones and all.

for me anyway, it’s one of those times of the year where i find myself staring out the window, a new year not far away, and what’s up there, ahead not far? but also a time to reflect. what have i done with this year in pandemic?

so if you catch me standing there, staring out the window, you know what’s going on!

for me the holiday season is always a chance to pull over, look back, think about the future, and enjoy the wild and crazy here and right now news stories! yes indeed! news, for a fella like me, worth watching.

Feeding the Wolves, acrylic on canvas, 36×48″, Private Collection

well if there are two wolves we’ll have to continue to pay attention. (the two wolves: not authentica! the anishnabe and the wolf: authentica!)

UPDATE!!!

FRESH AND HOT OFF THE PRESSES! I GUESS THE “TRICKSTER” AIN’T SO TRICKY AFTER ALL…

Rolling Up on Year End!

it started off looking good but things sure got weird fast on March 13th! ever since, this old boy’s art making tools got dusty.

cruising with the Kitty in Muskoka in November

it’s a good thing the book sales have been through the roof because the art sales have been in the gutter! that black Kitty doesn’t run on thank you notes or best wishes!

Book 5, Found poetry and Art Journal

in place of painting i’ve been fussing with the art journals and found poetry and coming up with some pretty weird poems and pictures. the above drawing is my version of Norval Morrisseau’s Thunderbird with Inner Spirit, 1978. (also watched the doc: There Are No Fakes, and actually made it through this time! over at the Bytowne 2 summers ago i tried sitting through it twice and fell asleep at both showings!)

Book 5, Found poetry and Art Journal

gosh yes, some days it would seem there truly is, but i’m certain i was just over tired when it came to pages 178 and 179. tired too of club being closed!

Book 5, Found poetry and Art Journal

book 5 has been in the works a long time! we started that bad boy way back in the good old days: February 24, 2020. mind you we do have book 6 and book 7 also on the go.

Book 5, Found poetry and Art Journal

and so i got to thinking about these one of a kind works of art and writing. what “other” book shelves might they go nicely with?

Chief Hurting Dude, Salvation Army, O Town

saw this weirdness over at the Sally one day while on the snoop. someone actually followed through with it! wowza!

A Self Portrait in 2009, acrylic on canvas, Private Collection

we’re at the very last of the Stevenson paint! the paint company, rest in peace, served me alright and i was happy to know them but i guess its time to switch brands. we’re going with Golden Heavy Body Acrylic starting in the new year. even though we only painted 4 pictures since March 13, with every brush stroke i was thinking about the last of my brand man! i was a Stevenson man!

Who has this?

i was thinking about a collector friend of mine the other day, she’s long gone now, and i was the last one to truly see her, and i wondered what happened to her collections. if it was just me at the very end, well then where did this 4 piece end up? who has it?

the rig. artwork by Peter Purdy, 36×48″, acrylic on canvas. twinravens collection!

xmas is rolling up too! what will become of our treasured gathering on xmas eve? just 5 participants allowed at the party? what kind of party is that?!!! sheesh. well anyway the gift giving is still on and so i got this rig for my old buddy Jasmine Moon. don’t tell her as i want it to be a surprise! she’s 18. i was 18 when i started playing guitar. stole an acoustic off my cousin! took it right out from under her bed! ha! i don’t think she ever missed it. so i hauled it off with me to art school and with a little book showing the chords i started out on my own. didn’t know how to tune the thing! no instruction! took me ten years but i finally fell in with the right bunch of fellows! and a gal!

NR: that’s my Band!

that band should be in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame by now but nope! in the end we F’d it all up! one thing is for sure, it turned out to be the last time that street guys like us were ever given anything that flipping valuable again.

but back to Jasmine Moon: 18 years old. time to pick it up. she didn’t take to the acoustic so maybe this Les Paul copy and a dirty amp will do the trick! bring on the power chords!

and what about xmas? i guess we’ll find out when we get there.

twinravens ART on the street, Vol. 2

Power Bird at New Moon, in the hands of a lady!

wasn’t sure where they were off to with the idea but i left it in their good hands AND!!! ta da!!!

Power Bird at New Moon, on McArthur and something or other, Vanier, Ontario

photo taken on November 10th, on the record breaking day for warm weather. it was a wonderful 21 C that morning! perfect for a walk up to McArthur and Allen Blvd. not much to see up that way but now there is! a twinravens original up there, scaring the wits outa the locals! ha!

on November 5th, 4 p.m.

it’s not just the ladies who like to see flowers delivered! these arrived at my office just in time! (another time, another life time ago, when they arrived, i was at the piano teaching a gang of grade 5 students the business of 4/4 timing!)

the railroad tracks out of Toronto, going up through Markham and into the never never

during that glorious stretch of super warm weather in November, we spent a few afternoons in some unusual places: on this day, on the tracks going north east out of Markham. (i scammed a few of those glass insulators from that post up there!)

the ojibwe tree, 10×20 inches, winter 2011, Private Collection

and so we’re in it now: the leaves are down, the warm climes might be over till next year, and gosh is it going to be XMAS season soon?

back in August, on the Range

i might be a fan of winter but i’m a bigger fan of summer! what fun to be working on a tan! but we are here in Canada! Xmas and snow, dreaming of a white christmas…

the wilds of winter on the range!

i had a much more mellow photo, one of those classic winter mornings where the earth is brighter than the sky! no wind. smoke drifting lazily. the open range with a house and blaze of warm light inside. i can’t find the photo so here instead is a snap shot of an insane wind howling over everything… we have those days too. either way lets be thankful we can see them.

November 5, 2020

i’m going to want to remember that date! 5 short years ago we were on the range and it was one of those mornings in paradise: sunny, no wind, no clouds, the open range, and an unbelievable 20 C at 9 a.m., which is unusual for the north country at that time of the year. photo of said morning:

the pooch in the cedar grove at 830 a.m.

wow. what a morning for that time of the year! it is amazing what a sunny day will do for the soul!

the open range on November 5th

oh my goodness i look at that scene and what wonderful memories of time well spent! i walked my old buddy Jazz to the school bus and away she went, grade 8 at the time, i saw her off and then thought: nope! the office can wait. and so i went walking.

the Manitou at 815 a.m.

there she is: one of the crown jewels in the outfit. a place like the Range though, the crown jewels are big! and there are many! it is my home sweet home you see!

the Great Jasmine Moon

she’s off to college now and we’ll see where it takes her. i remember it well, running off to college, believing i knew a thing or two! (ha!)

Day One, Art School, age 18.

oh my goodness if i could tell that poor lad a thing or two! the things i would say to my 18 year old self!

Bear Clan, acrylic on canvas, 40×48″, c. 2008. Private Collection.

one of them of course would be: Don’t take anything personally.

NR, way back on October 19, 1995!

we’re going to write a book one of these days very soon, something about the art journey, or the artist journey, or the Anishnabe art journey, or crashing the thunderbird, or maybe something simple like: Hey Chief.

NR, way back on July 10, 2017!

well we carry somethings with us, that maybe we have our ancestors to thank.

Wild Indians (real) c. 1995

me and Norm on the movie set. what’s weird is i don’t even remember the name of the movie! ha! (i didn’t see the movie either!)

real indians! c. 2018

me and Joe on the set of Outlanders Season 5! (i didn’t have the guts to get next to Claire!)(didn’t see that picture either!)

chilling in NYC, December 2019. we went down there to see Kent Monkman’s gig at the MET. and it was well worth the trip!

at the studio on Stirling

me and Kent Monkman at his studio back in… now when was this? i think it was June 2017. drove over there to see the studio on Stirling and the first thing i did was check out the brand of acrylic paint he was using!

me and one of the lead dancers with the burlesque troop, in O Town, way back at Halloween 2013. that was a great show they put on.

5 minutes before show time!

me and J.B. with the butterflies, 5 minutes before show time! and that is one of things i really miss: show business. the to and from. the back stage high jinx. the butterflies. and of course the actual stepping out there to do the show!

23 seconds with NR

a fella like me though needs the outfit. i don’t have the goods to do it on my own. at least not this kind of show bizz!

where IS this painting? who has it?

11×14 inches, acrylic on canvas, c. 1997. whereabouts unknown. photo taken from an analog video.

matching set, from what i believe is around 1997

whoever has these, please contact me, i’d love to see them again.

as my old buddy James Hetfield would say: it ain’t fast till you put it up next to somethin’ slow.

and as i would always say: a map is a good thing. you see where you want to go but you can also see where you’ve been.

at this age, you surely have been! so GO!

SUN INFINITY MOON (2)

we are gearing up! we have version 2 almost ready to go! perfect time for it too it being close to Halloween! a HORROR story indeed…

we’re hoping it’s going to look something like this. that painting: Feeding the Wolves, is an acrylic on canvas, 36×48 inches, c. 2008, and now long gone, in a private collection somewhere on the west coast. i hope whatever photos we have of that painting… we can doctor up for this new cover.

not sure which version of the early layouts (what we see here is Version 1) this is but what i can confirm is this is the opening bit! i cut this screen just short of the “coarse language” which this story is full of! you see… me don’t speak english too good no how! actually it goes like this: me no speak english too good no how! (messed that first one up! ha!)

ah yes… May 11, 1996. i remember it well. what grand and glorious times. remember the days when a camera used film and you had a walloping 36 frames to use?

the opening to “Last Month” or what we’ve had in a few short story contests over the years: “The Lottery Ticket”. you see that bit on page 29: (Oh my gods I loved her words!) how many editors have we had who flagged that “gods” bit? ha ha!

the opening bit to Chapter 3: Last Week. and so the horror begins! truth is i can crack open that little novel and read it from any a where’s and enjoy it quite nicely!

now to get it tuned up and the layout folks i hope this time don’t cause a fuss!

check out these words of wisdom: Don’t ask for feedback on your product, ideas or business just for validation. You want to tell the people who can help you move your idea forward. If you’re just looking to your friend, partner, parents, etc. for validation-be careful-It can stop a million dollar idea in its tracks at the beginning!

(and it has throughout my own past!!!)

my old buddy Sara Blakely, those are her words of wisdom.

and so! we wait now for the new layouts, the new cover, etc. the bills have been paid so the road is opened and lined with signs!

what it is is this: authentic Indigenous literature written by a real live Indian! we’re not doing the Joseph Boyden trip or the Grey Owl who done it now…

so GO!

twinravens ART on the street

that is “Power Bird”, acrylic on canvas board, 14×18 inches, by anishnabe artist Mark Seabrook! the lovely gal holding the painting is from Central Asia! and we are on the streets of Vanier on October 23rd.

the photographer is from Central America! and of course yours truly is from Central Canada: the grand and glorious Manitoulin Island, Ontario, to be exact.

so yes… what we’re doing there, i’m not a hundred percent sure where we’re off to with the idea but it belongs to them and i’ll wait and see what becomes of it. stayed tuned for an update.

Power Bird, the last of the finished paintings before the pandemic hit and shut us down. we at twinravens had a wonderful list of road shows we were to attend, bringing the art to the people, but sadly: no dice.

and no Halloween this year… now i seriously have the blues over that one as this boy is a serious halloween fan! more than xmas. more than new year. Halloween is THE fave, but sadly, and again: no dice. what to do with this Saturday night?

it might be me and where the wild things are come Halloween this year. (painting: anishnabe at night, acrylic on canvas board, 14×14 inches, c. 2005. Private Collection.)

The Swanky 9th, Vol. 3

made the drive from O Town to here using highway 7, thought i’d switch things up! and so here we are at another midnight, on the 9th. let me tell riding down highway 7 over there by Carleton Place… did i tell you about that scene i came upon while driving home from my last visit to the 9th? it was 2 sunday evenings ago: i came across a scene of carnage all over the highway and vehicles pulled over including a couple of transport trucks. as i rolled up on the scene, around 10 p.m., i also saw a very mangled bicycle and someone lying on the road and it was clear to me that whoever that was on the road was going to die that night. they were still alive when i passed but i knew… cops hadn’t arrived. no ambulance. so it had just happened.

the next day i was stuck in a 2 p.m. traffic jam in O Town and heard it on the cbc radio news: cyclist, 28, dead. run over by a transport. died in hospital.

i gave that a think tonight as i rolled right past that scene from 2 weeks ago. brutal. but then there are scenes of brutality everywhere you look, or so it seems, these days, over there in O Town. and this virus crap has everyone so upside backwards. or almost everyone. every now and again i come across some mighty cool cats!

a day at the office

Tuesday afternoon we had to shoot a little sequence: artist to artist! i had no idea what the plan was, the agenda, or brew ha ha, was. so i said to the other artist: let’s just wing it. i think we nailed it on the first take. the film crew said we should do another but the artist i was with said nope! it’s fine! (when it comes to THIS kind of show bizz… i like to just go get it. wham!)(maybe we can share the clip here whenever it’s ready)

cool

it was fun to chat with a First Nations artist who has ten years on me. i knew all the names but have never met some of those folks like: Norval Morrisseau. Jack Pollock. etc. the artist i was yakking with on Tuesday had some very interesting tales, up close style stuff you don’t get to read in the history books or the newspapers. we both agreed that what the younger Indigenous artists are doing, like the gig in the above photo, is pretty slick!

we also agreed that WOW! time flies! and the counting of the many blessings, daily, is something worth going after. (i didn’t tell him about that solid GOLD horse shoe i have stowed… )

the swanky 9th as seen from the Markville Mall parking lot

and i sure didn’t tell anyone about that dude i saw who went and got himself run over by a transport on highway 7 just 2 short weeks ago… i’m up here now, after midnight, thinking about it!

but we’re here on business. and i hope it goes alright.

back in the good old days when we could actually visit the schools!

i know this virus crap has everything going Planet of the Apes (Charlton Heston 1968 version) but there is still ROOM for making art presentations and reaching out in community service and i am so thankful for that! some folks have the goods and they have to be delivered.

M.H. Collection

this one has been selected! the details aren’t in but when i see it on the streets, i’ll be sure to post some photos of, right here!

Moose Nahmiwan, acrylic on canvas board, 16×20 inches. Painted on the Range in March 2015

i was one of the lucky ones, so far: so good. we’ll keep our fingers crossed and pray that GOLDEN horse shoe doesn’t ever come loose!

while all this is happening we won’t forget that this is happening too!

Providence Bay, Manitoulin Island, August 2020

i walked on the sands at Providence Bay last August, an early morning stroll and gosh… what true love.

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.