Well, with all else going on ... Last week, I finished the writing and substantive editing of "Boreal Wilderland." The publisher has an expected release date of June 23, 2026, and has produced this thumbnail cover design from my painting "First Light."
Coming out of the closet! Publishing date in Spring 2026:
"BOREAL WILDERLAND"
Art, Science, and Adventure in Earth’s Greatest Wilderness
Thirty Artists on Twenty Expeditions Through Our Planet's Largest and Wildest Ecosystem
"Misurtuq Gold" Golden Eagle above Mushua-shipu - acrylic, Mullen
THe damned circus has set up in my backyard!
Though an American (Vermont), I've spent a whopping load of time in your bailiwick. Used to live in Kirkland Lake even. Give that man shit (and maybe admit us to the confederation). Photo: me working on the Missinaibi River.
These two adopted me for 2-3 days in Angiaak Pass in the Brooks Range. Siblings, likely just kicked out by mom. Magical and nerve-wracking all at the same Twilight Zone time.
I'd like to see Turnip fight a Grizzly with those ineffectual little fists he likes to make at the podium. To make it more of a contest, his male spawn could join forces with him. Popcorn event at the Coliseum. Nothing fatal of course, just enough to give him an idea of what a real tough guy is.
Hi John! Good to see some familiar faces on here.
Hi Adele! I've been on here for a bit but not regularly active yet. The limited character count is a pain for a blabbermouth like me.
Winter, day two 5:20 am: topped up the feeders and got the dogs out. Nainette's (15) little feet need help in the cold. Big Shiloh never minds it. Piper is from Texas and feeling below-zero cold for the first time. Will be light soon. Inside with the fire built up and the tree lit. Coffee on.
Barred Owl hunting at our house this morning.
The first full day of winter finally feels like it: -2° F with a breeze bringing the windchill to -16°F. Birds are mobbing the feeder, which I topped up at 5:30 this morning, well before light. When the dawn broke, he was back. #wildlife, #owls, #wildlifephotography
A Moment of Zen for Pearl Harbor Day. Our Good Morning Barred Owl. #owls, #wildlifephotography
Thank you, I can't claim any credit for being a dedicated photographer as he was just off our deck.
This is more like late fall in northern Vermont. Photographed from our south deck as I was taking the dogs out on November 30. We have quite a few species of owls here, but the Barred Owl is the most commonly seen. #owls, #birds, #wildlife, #photography
Female American Toad (Bufo americanus) in our driveway November 21, 2024. Her being out is unusual since we are in northern Vermont at 1,200 ft and normally have freezing weather at night (if not all day) and snow is common.
Mama Toad (Bufo americanus) out on a rainy, late November night in northern Vermont (our driveway). The good news, aside from the short-term enjoyment of the warm weather, is that she seems adaptable to our warming climate. #wildlife, #climatechange
Well, look who showed up this morning! Long-tailed Weasel in full winter regalia. Too bad it is a balmy 47 with not a fleck of snow in sight. Northern Vermont, mid-November and warm outside! In the short-term, I can't say I mind. #wildlife, #wildlifeart (will be)
Ha! Now THAT'S their typical pose. Looks ridiculous. Like Rough-legged Hawks that way. :-)
Great shot! I saw my first on the George River in Nunavik. Had just spun into an eddy in the recovery pool below a rapid and it was just sitting in the tippy top of a spruce. I dug my camera out of its waterproof, but trying to shoot from a bobbing canoe didn't turn out the sharpest images.
Nainette in her prime. A great trail dog/hiking companion, my constant companion in the studio or office. Having directly rescued her seems to have created a special bond. BTW, her ears are only standing up because of the cold and her running. Normally the tips flop over (second shot with Shiloh).
After 300 miles by canoe to the coastal Inuit town of Nain, Labrador, Cole Johnson and I were headed home aboard the Northern Ranger.
Cole filmed me with the pup I rescued; otherwise destined to be "raven-picked bones in a snowbank." 15 years later, she is still here at my feet.
Nainette and Yogi wrestling in 2009. Yogi just passed away two weeks ago at 16 years old. Nain is now 15 too.
Nainette and Yogi wrestling in 2009. Yogi just passed away two weeks ago at 16 years old. Nain is now 15 too.
Ballpoint pen caricature of a Yellow-bellied Sapsucker that hit a window. I only poked fun at him because he fully recovered (took an hour in my hands). We have since ruled vertical white marker lines on our windows and have had only a couple strikes since - about three years (all recovered).
Shiloh and Piper on our last big walk before deer season opened this morning. Piper runs 20 miles to my five. Shiloh used to but at 10 years old, he is probably down to half of that.
The commission was for a lifesized painting of a loon. The inspiration was two loons that appeared at dawn as I was anchored in Smugglers Cove on Valcour Island in Lake Champlain. The rising sun streams straight into the anchorage during much of the summer.
35" x 45" acrylic. #wildlifeart
"Marsh Morning" Marsh Wren and Common Bluet in the cattails. 9" x 12" acrylic. Well, it's the marshy edge of our beaver pond. You almost always hear these guys before you see them.
11" x 14" acrylic
New here and never on Twitter - well, other than having to open an account for a work project that I used two or three times seven or eight years ago. Still getting my bearings and learning the ropes.
"Above Below 'n Between" Much of my art is from the remote wilds of the Far North, but this is from the beaver pond behind our house.
I had never heard of BlueSky until I joined last night. I don't have the bandwidth to rail about Turnip and his ilk just now, so, some art. #wildlife #art
Shiloh, Piper, and Nainette say "hi." We joined today.
Back at you, just joined.
