Adventures Snick “We have a covey pointed,” my friend, Michael said, as he nodded toward the South Texas oak mott.Lisa WhiteNovember 19, 2013
Adventures In the Shadow of Lanin The winter storm moaned through the ancient white pine that guards our home, and wind-driven snow swirled under the eaves…Lisa WhiteMarch 1, 2013
Adventures A Midwinter Reflection on Flies During my first season in Alaska all the guides gathered around a bonfire each night to unwind, review the day,…Lisa WhiteFebruary 3, 2013
Adventures Cold I look forward to spring, but feel conflicted about wishing away what’s left of our Minnesota winter.Lisa WhiteJanuary 25, 2013
Adventures Snow I once read, in a book by Farley Mowat, that there are dozens of words in the Inuit language for…Lisa WhiteJanuary 18, 2013
Adventures Firewood It was cold the other morning and I decided to warm the studio with the first fire of the season.Lisa WhiteDecember 4, 2012
Adventures The Moon Life isn't long enough for love and art. W. Somerset Maugham I am drawn to the moon. It's ripening, death,…Lisa WhiteNovember 21, 2012
Adventures The Life of an Old Duck Hunter Painting for the Closing Column in Ducks Unlimited Magazine – Celebrating DU’s 75th AnniversaryLisa WhiteNovember 15, 2012
Adventures A Late Summer Walk The most potent muse of all is our own inner child. -- Stephen Nachmanovitch The restlessness in the air was…Lisa WhiteNovember 5, 2012
Adventures The Making of a Duck Dog – Cal the Chessie I hang out on an internet fly fishing board that has a whole lot more going on than the latest…Lisa WhiteOctober 29, 2012
Adventures First Time Out Much of my summer in Alaska was cold and wet, and upon my return home, I was plenty ready to…Lisa WhiteOctober 19, 2012
Adventures Now and Then – The Things I Carry I first traveled to Alaska in 1984, and worked there as a fishing guide for eighteen summers.Lisa WhiteMarch 19, 2012