Adventures

I once read, in a book by Farley Mowat, that there are dozens of words in the Inuit language for…

It was cold the other morning and I decided to warm the studio with the first fire of the season.

Life isn't long enough for love and art. W. Somerset Maugham I am drawn to the moon. It's ripening, death,…

Painting for the Closing Column in Ducks Unlimited Magazine – Celebrating DU’s 75th Anniversary

The most potent muse of all is our own inner child. -- Stephen Nachmanovitch The restlessness in the air was…

I hang out on an internet fly fishing board that has a whole lot more going on than the latest…

Much of my summer in Alaska was cold and wet, and upon my return home, I was plenty ready to…

I first traveled to Alaska in 1984, and worked there as a fishing guide for eighteen summers.

Join me while I paint “The Little Prince”. There’s a neat surprise at the end! Shortly before the holidays, I…

  The morning was cold and clear, but it held no joy. The decision was made: this would be our…

It’s tough to say goodbye to your little girl when you’ll be away for the summer. "What do you want…

This short story was my first published in Gray's Sporting Journal, and it’s one of my all-time favorites. "Gawd, I…