1483 Frood Fog

Now for something completely different!
I couldn’t even see the far side of the narrow Whitefish River when I headed out at 7:00 am. The fog was very thick indeed. I arrived at the Outlet of Frood Lake and proceeded to paint the easterly view as the sun struggled to burn through the thick fog. Similar to Tom Thomson’s “A Day with Sunlight” this is not an abstract piece of art. It is simply an observation of thick radiational fog which is common within a ridge of high pressure in September. There was no fear of UV radiation in this thick fog. I had to hurry to get it done before the strong sun burnt the fog away.
The faint outline of a lone canoeist was intentional. Like any good ghost, the suggested outline does not cast a shadow or a reflection. You might guess who the ghost could be.

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1482 Frood Quartzite

The sun was high and I had to move out of the heat. I moved the easel into the shade of some birches and painted the north wall of the Frood Lake Outlet. The jumble of rocky shades had me confused sometimes. Perhaps I should have simplified more.
Oils on medium burnt sienna oil tinted foundation on commercial canvas - 8 x 10

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1481 Frood Lake Outlet

All of the water from Charlton, Cranberry, Grace and finally Frood Lake must come through this narrow quartzite canyon. I was painting before the sun had cleared the trees. Crepuscular rays were still evident. It was a race to capture the colours before the sun got too high. I was the only one at the outlet except for a deer and a merganser.
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1480 Howry Creek Campsite

I took a bit of an adventure up the creek. There was a lot of painting material but not a lot of places to land the canoe safely. I passed a deserted building or too and just when I thought I was in the middle of nowhere, I would paddle on to another camp or cottage. There was quite a widening of Howry Creek at one point and I found a nice campsite on the south shore which offered a great, easterly vantage of the large bay in front of me. I painted.
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1479 ... Howry Creek

This is the mouth of Howry Creek from Charlton Lake. I had just finished 1478 “Forest Waterfall” and felt that the simple view in front of me was a good as anything else that I might find. A curious toad kept me company as I stood on the home of a well established bank beaver.
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Forest Cottage

This is the Matheson cottage on the west side of the Whitefish River, opposite the Charlton Lake Camp. It is surrounded by a mature forest and appropriately flies the Canadian flag. I wonder if the cottage is owned by a relative of John Matheson, the Father of the Canadian Flag. I kept the forest to its proper height scale. I could have included some of the sky if I had reduced the height of the trees by a third.
There are a lot of ravens in the area. They seem to carry on a very intelligent conversation with varying tones of croaks and caws. I wish I could understand these “Einsteins” of the Bird World.
#1472
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Across the Cataraqui

I still had some time to paint and the fair weather cumulus were very interesting. The winds were light so the convective bubbles were pretty symmetric as they climbed through the lifted condensation level. The west shore of the Cataraqui River was becoming increasingly developed by the City of Kingston. Virginia rails used to live in the marsh here. I have not seen one for years....
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Green Door B And B

I crossed to the other side of the "Barriefield B and B" and stood on the waters edge looking at the main competitor. One door was white but the other door was indeed a shade of green. The cribbing supporting this boathouse had been ravaged over the years by the weather and ice. It too had a lot of character.
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B And B Flip Side

The other side of the boathouse as painted in "B and B - Barriefield Boathouse" was just as interesting. The water levels were down and any vessel located in the boathouse would have to be carried several metres to reach the water's edge. An old tire had laid in the grasses for several seasons and I was interested in the many colours apparent in the rubber. Large, old willows lined the dry banks of the Cataraqui River.
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