This is the campsite on the south shore of the big island in McCrae Lake on one of the first voyages of my Kevlar canoe "Margaritaville". It is early on a cool August morning. There was some Arctic sea smoke wafting off the warm summer water of the lake. I had Margaritaville pulled up on a patch of weed in a natural crevice in the granite. One would not want to scratch the finish just like one wouldn't want to dent a new car. Those fears are long gone but the memories linger. I was loading up the canoe with our fishing equipment. The little yellow, plastic box held surface lures - my favourite. Oils on medium burnt sienna oil tinted foundation on commercial canvas - 16 X 20 (inches)
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Margaritaville Morning
This is the campsite on the south shore of the big island in McCrae Lake on one of the first voyages of my Kevlar canoe "Margaritaville". It is early on a cool August morning. There was some Arctic sea smoke wafting off the warm summer water of the lake. I had Margaritaville pulled up on a patch of weed in a natural crevice in the granite. One would not want to scratch the finish just like one wouldn't want to dent a new car. Those fears are long gone but the memories linger. I was loading up the canoe with our fishing equipment. The little yellow, plastic box held surface lures - my favourite. Oils on medium burnt sienna oil tinted foundation on commercial canvas - 16 X 20 (inches)
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