In the 30's, there is thin ice in the marsh. I pick small sheets of it out of the water. It is clear and window glass thick. I head out east of the burial island and find a barrel floating in the water, which I haul out. Both eagles are on the burial island perch. I see three otters near the north point perch. The scavenger is continuing to chew on the neck of the dead swan, which has been pulled to one side of the carcass since yesterday. One eagle is now at the lunch counter perch. I haven't seen them hunt today. I pick up an annoying tire and drift with the wind, drinking coffee and passing a falcon sitting in a tree on one of the islands. I sit still and the falcon stays and lets me pass.
The first 300+ entries in this blog were from the Seattle area on the west coast of North America. Starting with October 5, 2012, my blog (and myself for that matter) has moved to Connecticut on the east coast. I have a lot to learn about my new home. I paddle solo most of the time, but I do take others on many trips. Photographs are shot from the canoe on the day of the trip. The writing is done by pencil and paper in the canoe.
I am an interdisciplinary artist creating content-driven and concept-driven artwork in a diverse selection of materials and themes with a very strong recent emphasis on nature and ecology. I was the Rubicon Foundation/Smoke Farm Artist in Residence for 2011-2012. I now live in Connecticut.